The Frigid Wastes Pt. 01

THUMP!

Before he could even lunge, the polar bear grabbed him by the lapels and slammed him into the floor. He felt her massive furry body straddling him, and as he looked up, he saw her bared teeth hovering over his face. "Itak, ty khochesh' etogo nelegko," she growled, "Ya schastliv obyazat." Her big paws grabbed onto the front of his coat and ripped it open, revealing a wool sweater he was rather fond of. He tried to stop her and managed to fend her off for a few seconds, but ultimately her superior size and strength let her yank the sweater over his head alongside the coat. Only a grey T-shirt stood between his skin and her paws, and he fought tooth and nail to keep it on, but ultimately she took that too. Mark was left bare-chested, and the bear took a moment to admire her work. "Mmmm, ochen korosho..." He thought about trying to wiggle away, but before he could, she came crashing down onto him. Her furry breasts pressed against his bare skin as she snuffled at his neck; he could feel her hot breath on his skin, could smell what he thought was raw meat. He closed his eyes as she leaned in even further, then shuddered as something fleshy and wet rubbed across his face. He quickly realized it was her tongue, and when he opened his eyes, he saw her smirking down at him. "Ne volnuysya, krolik," she purred as her giant paw caressed his hair, "Ya pozabochus o tebe."

When she slid off him, her paws went down to the crotch of his pants, and he did his best to suppress the urge to panic and run. Just one of her claws could tear through him like tissue paper, he thought, and she could easily end him with a single well-placed bite. Fear screamed at him to move as she slipped off his snow pants, but all he let out were a few nervous tremors. Next off were the sweatpants, which the bear pulled off by the legs. She didn't hesitate, yanking the fabric back like she'd done this a million times before. All that was left was his plain grey underwear, the only thing standing between his most vulnerable parts and the polar bear's teeth. Mark's stomach felt like it was twisted up in knots; he was uncomfortable to say the least, and the way the bear stared hungrily at his waist didn't help. She reached for the final garment, but before she grabbed it, he said something in a small, terrified voice. "Please don't hurt me..."

The bear paused suddenly, raising one eyebrow in surprise. When she opened her mouth, he expected more slavic-sounding gibberish, but instead, she mostly spoke in heavily accented English. "Heh, you amerikanskiy, eh? Explain small frame and suka fear. Do not worry, I not hurt you... well, if you run, I break legs." She let out a loud laugh at Mark's expression of terror, then settled down after a few seconds. Her furry paw reached down and groped his crotch, rubbing his limp cock through the fabric of his underwear. "Just follow me, do not fight, and we have good time, yes?" As she reached down to her own waist and undid the knots holding up her skirt, Mark's fear-addled brain finally understood what she was trying to do, and once she was naked, he couldn't tell if her muscular, feminine, furry body was arousing or terrifying. He attempted to take some solace in the fact that she wasn't there to kill him as she pulled off his boxers, but he still felt really weird with his dick exposed to a humanoid bear.

She grabbed his limp cock, giving it a little shake and a couple of strokes. The bear looked disappointed; maybe she didn't grasp how stress could be a major boner-killer. "What wrong," she asked, "You pedik?"

"Uh, n-no..." Mark stuttered, "I just, ah... I never really..."

"Ah, you devstvennitsa! Do not worry, Chief Yana take good care of you!" She swung her thick furry leg over his thighs and began happily rubbing his dick. Despite his discomfort, her soft paw managed to get him at least semi-hard, and as she continued to play with the shaft blood began to stiffen it more. Mark's gaze gradually fixated on Yana's tits, all big and soft, and a small part of him pictured snuggling up to the furry bear. Having his head resting on her breasts would be way better than a pillow, and if he cuddled against her, her soft fur would be so warm in the arctic cold. He was starting to warm up to the idea of screwing a polar bear, and right then Yana shifted back into a different position. She bent down and opened her mouth slightly, and as she moved toward his cock, the thought of her eating his privates in one bite bubbled up into his mind. He tried to quell it, though, instead trying to think optimistically about having this bear giving him a blowjob.

Her maw finally reached Mark's member, and to his surprise, he didn't feel a single tooth; instead, all he felt was a wet warmth engulfing his cock, and he couldn't help but let out a pleasantly surprised moan. Her long, soft tongue wasted no time in wrapping around his shaft, teasing his tip as she suckled. The way her mouth pulled at his skin, sucking at it like a popsicle without letting a single tooth touch him, felt amazing; it felt even better as her massive paw began fondling his balls, rolling them in her palm while she pressed gently into the area between his scrotum and his taint. Her light brown eyes met his with a look of playful satisfaction as she sucked him off, pleased that she was being appreciated.

Yana could taste the little bit of precum leaking out of his cock, and after licking up the slimy substance, she decided she wanted to do something else before he blew his load. Much to Mark's dismay, the big bear stopped mid-blowjob and shifted her position so that she sat cross-legged on the floor. Then she grabbed him by the thighs, effortlessly hauling his hips into her lap and putting his stiff cock right in front of her. He wondered what the hell she was doing but swiftly realized her intentions as she put her paws on either side of her breasts. She leaned down, slowly pressing his cock into the space between her tits, letting him savor the sensation of her soft fur sliding along his shaft. Once she had him all the way through, the tip of his cock was tantalizingly close to her talented maw. After licking her lips, she started again on suckling his member, while at the same time she rubbed her breasts up and down the rest of it. Her tits, so big and juicy, were so soft against his cock; he didn't think that fur would feel all that good rubbing up against bare skin, but the wonderful sensations he felt easily proved him wrong. With her paws pressing in on both sides, her cleavage fit snugly around his dick, increasing the friction and making him moan. With her mouth working on the head and her tits working on his shaft, it didn't take long for him to near his climax.

"Oh, god... Yana, I... ahhhhh, I think I'm gonna... mmmmrmph... haaah..." Right as he felt like he couldn't hold in any longer, the polar bear stopped sucking and sped up her breasts. His first spurt of jizz flew over her head, landing right between her ears before leaking down her forehead. The second glob of sticky cum hit her right in the chin, and the third managed to fall squarely on her clavicle. Each spurt got weaker and weaker until his seed just leaked out of the tip, and through it all Yana kept him going with her gorgeous tits. When she finally stopped, Mark finally looked up to see her covered in his cum, the sticky substance all over her face and chest. At first, he thought she'd be mad, but as she started licking up his semen with a smile on her face, he realized she wasn't fazed at all.

"Mmmm, you really like that, do you? You must, cumming so hard; I almost flattered." She wiped up the last of it off her chest with her paw, then thoroughly licked up every splotch of cum. "But, I not amerikanskiy blyat..." She slid his legs off her lap, then got up on all fours. "I do not do thing for no return." Mark began to worry again as she turned around and swung her leg over him, then backed up toward him butt first. In between her thick thighs, he could see a dark, glistening slit right below a puckered little hole beneath her tail. He quickly realized he was looking at her snatch, and from the way she was backing up, it seemed like she meant to sit on his face.

"Hey, uh, Yana, don't you think we should- mmph!" His voice was quickly muffled as she sat back into him, her furry behind filling his entire field of view. The soft wet folds of her pussy landed right on his mouth, keeping him nice and quiet as he ineffectually struggled to get her off of him.

"Shhh, krolik, do not fight. Lick my kizka good and I may hand you off." Yana began grinding her hips back against his face, and Mark quickly realized he had no choice but to do as she said. The bear easily weighed over 300 pounds, and with her muscles, she could easily overpower him. Admitting defeat was tough, and the thought of giving cunnilingus to a bear wasn't too pleasant, but he still stuck out his tongue and gave her a gentle lick along her vulva. He could taste her feminine fluids on her pussy lips, and the untamed musk of her crotch filled his nostrils. Eventually, his tongue found her fat little clit, and instead of licking he started suckling on it. Yana certainly approved, pushing back into his face as her thighs squeezed against his head. "Mmmmm, khoroshiy krolik," she moaned, "Right there is good."

As he started to hold back less and less, Yana decided to see if his dick was ready for another round. While Mark took her thighs in his hands for better leverage, and his mouth went to town on her warm pussy, she reached out one paw and slid it around his limp cock. The thing twitched slightly at her touch, and blood began flowing back into it as she gave it a small rub. He'd be hard again in no time, but for now, she wanted to enjoy the human's incredible tongue. Her rump relaxed back as she let him eat her out, feeling every stroke of his warm tongue on her snatch.

Mark could tell she was getting wetter, and her juices were starting to get all over his chin. He continued to lick and suckle and smooch her soft snatch, loving how she moaned on top of him and shuddered at every stroke. The act of eating out a bear was just starting to seem pleasant when she began to tense up on top of him, pressing in with her thighs on either side of his head. Her pussy muscles were winding up like a spring, and Mark knew he was in for something big. Of course, he didn't stop, so when Yana hit her breaking point and moaned like a banshee, he didn't hesitate to keep her going. Her whole body writhed on top of him, and she began feverishly grinding her hips into his face. It felt like he was on the brink of being smothered, but he didn't care; at that moment, all that mattered to him was the tasty slit on top of his mouth.

Eventually, her orgasm died down, and she swung her leg back over Mark's head before dropping down and french-kissing him. He was startled when her long tongue pushed into his mouth and began exploring around, but he quickly got used to it and even reciprocated a bit. Yana moved over on top of him without breaking contact, then lay down as she continued to kiss him. Mark found her immense weight, fluffy fur, and curvy body felt really cozy, almost like being curled up under heavy blankets in wintertime. The two of them just lay there making out, completely naked and pressed together, each enjoying the other's warm embrace and curious tongue.

After a minute, they pulled apart, and when they did, Yana took the opportunity to meet Mark's gaze. "You good krolik," she purred, "with very good tongue. I think I keep you, hmm?"

Mark chuckled nervously. "Ah, I... I don't really think so... I'm leaving in a few days, so-"

"Well, I no let you leave!" The bear let out a loud laugh, but he couldn't tell if she was joking or not. Her expression then got a bit more amorous, and Mark felt her slide her thick hips back. "But now, I not done yet."

He wondered what exactly she meant but quickly got the picture as she lifted up her hips and scooted backward. Her dripping snatch was right over his rock hard cock, ready to penetrate into her soft, warm body. Mark swiftly grabbed her by the hips and was about to guide her down onto his member when she grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. "Davay seychas, krolik," she chided, "Do not speed me. Teper, nemnogo bol'she, eeee..." Yana used one huge paw to hold his cock steady, then gently descended her hips onto it. The tip gently nudged against her soft, wet vulva, then began rubbing back and forth along her slit as she teased herself. Mark was throbbing with anticipation, but he knew he couldn't make her go any faster; in fact, the worry that if he struggled too much she'd stop was floating in his mind. He wanted her so bad, wanted her furry tits pressed up against him while he thrusted into her... god, to think just ten minutes ago he'd been scared of her.

Both of them gasped as she finally pushed him inside, letting his stiff member slide past her vulva and into her vagina propper. It felt so warm, so wet and inviting, so perfect that he couldn't help but moan as she slid all the way down. Her muscles squeezed and pulsed around him, coaxing him in more and more until he was finally in up to the hilt. Her furry crotch was pressed flush against his pubes, and as her body adjusted to the invading organ, she leaned down over him with one paw still pinning his arms. Then her hips started moving back up, and Mark could only groan as all the little ridges of her pussy slid up his cock. He was already leaking a bit of precum when she started humping against him in earnest, and he had a hard time keeping himself from toppling into a second climax with her body pressed against his. After half a minute of humping, she was into it enough that she finally let go of his hands, which he immediately used to hug her furry body closer to him. "O bozhe, krolik," she moaned, "Ahhhh, your cock amazing... mmmmph, you otlichno." She swiftly sped up until she was slapping her crotch against his with every stroke, making them both groan from the blissful friction. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out with her warm, muscular pussy squeezing the life out of him, as each thrust into her soft, welcoming folds drove him closer to the edge. He didn't think he'd outlast the bear fucking him, but he was swiftly proven wrong as Yana let out an apocalyptic scream of ecstasy.

"OH, BLYAT, blyat blyat blyat... ahhhh... ohhhhh..." The polar bear almost shook on top of him, still sensitive from her last orgasm and reeling from the force of her current one. She squeezed him close to her chest as she gave a few last pitiful thrusts, which was enough for Mark to cum as well. He hugged her tight as he pushed back into her all the way to the hilt, shooting his seed in one powerful burst after another into her pussy. She didn't seem to care though, and as he finished giving her a massive creampie, she just held onto him like a teddy bear. After he was done, he gently slid out of her with a satisfying schlorping noise, letting his cum and her vaginal fluids splatter onto the floor. They rolled a little bit to get out of the wet patch, leaving Mark laying on top of Yana, but other than that they made no move to get up. The bear gently kissed her new prize on the top of his head, still holding him to her soft breasts. "Mmmmm... you good love, krolik. I keep you. Tribe very happy to meet you, you will see."

Part of Mark was worried about Yana kidnapping him or marooning him in the Arctic, but for now, cuddled up in her warm embrace, he felt calmer than he had in a long time. Whatever was going to happen would happen later; for now, he just wanted to relax and enjoy this moment of peace, warmth, and love.