The Frigid Wastes Pt. 02

"Mmmm... khoroshiy krolik." Mark felt a tad worn out after the previous sexual encounter, even though he'd spent most of the time lying down while his partner did all the work. She didn't seem tired, however, which he chalked up to her being a massive humanoid polar bear. He was lying on top of her, face nestled in between her huge, comforting breasts, deeply inhaling the primal scent of her fur. One massive paw rested on the back of his head, gently stroking his hair while the other paw held him by the waist. He could hear her powerful heartbeat, could feel each breath as her chest rose and fell; Being this close to her was almost like a dream, safe and cozily wrapped up in furry warmth.

Suddenly her paw slid down his back to his rump, playfully squeezing one of his ass cheeks as she looked up at her human toy. Mark got the feeling she wanted to say something, so he propped himself up and looked his lover in the eyes. "Hmmm," Yana murmured, still groping his butt, "Much fat... little strength... tell me, krolik, when do you hunt?"

"Ah, well... I don't hunt." Yana looked a bit surprised at his answer, so he explained further. "Where I'm from, most people don't, and those that do usually do it for fun."

Confusion was written all over the polar bear's face. "So... how you eat? You travoyadnoye?"

"I... ah..." He didn't know what travoyadnoye actually meant, but he got the feeling it had something to do with leaf-munching. "No, we... ah, do you know what a farm is?" Yana's perplexed stare gave him all the answer he needed. "Well, some people raise animals for food, you know, cows, pigs, chickens..." Wait, no she had no idea what those were. "Okay, so imagine if you kept seals locked up, let them swim around in a small, enclosed area, then picked them off at the same rate new ones were being born; that's basically how we do it where I'm from. Then you take the meat, cook it, treat it with a bunch of chemicals and stuff, and put it into packages... here, I'll show you." Mark rolled off of the big bear's chest and crawled over to his backpack, which he swiftly opened and began to rummage around in. He eventually managed to find a half-eaten pack of beef jerky, and when he turned around to present it, Yana was already right behind him.

She took the bag from his grasp and began inspecting it, looking at it, sniffing it, even giving a few tentative licks. Mark was about to go on to explain more about human food customs when she impatiently ripped off the top with her teeth, then shoved her muzzle into the bag and began loudly munching on the jerky. It took her a matter of seconds to empty the whole thing, after which she cast aside the bag and licked the crumbs off her muzzle. "More?" Yana said, and the hungry light in her eyes told him she'd rip apart the Jeep searching if he didn't tell her. Mark moved to get some more food from the bag, but before he could touch it, she yanked the whole backpack towards her and began pawing through it. Yana quickly found where he had the rest of the food stored, and tore into it like... well, like a hungry bear. Mark thought about stopping her, but quickly decided against interfering with the muscle-bound killing machine. Instead, he began setting up the coffee pot to brew; maybe some caffeine could help with the post-coital lethargy.

Both went about their own business for a minute, but once the coffee was started, he decided he had a few questions. "Hey, Yana," he asked, "Why'd you come on to me in the first place?"

The polar bear looked up from a package of spam, bits of the mushy pink "meat" still clinging to her maw. "It because I in seksual'naya zhara, need to breed, and chelovek good luck. Tomu kto zhenilsya na cheloveke, budet dana vechnaya udacha."

"What does that mean? And what's chelovek?"

"Chelovek mean you," she said, pointing one claw at his chest, "And saying mean... 'who mates chelovek will have good luck.' I want you as mate, bring good thing to tribe. Maybe you give me cubs, bring great thing."

She said it so matter-of-factly that it took him a few seconds to process. "Wha-... you want to... marry me? And have kids? What... why... we're not even the same species! Plus, I'm going to have to leave tomorrow, seeing as how you've just eaten all my food!"

Yana looked positively offended and tossed the much-lighter backpack to the side. "I hunt more food, more for you. Mates share all, why you mad?"

"Because I'm not your mate! We never got married! There was no priest, no papers, no ceremony, nothing, we just fucked precisely once!"

The polar bear began crawling toward him, making him retreat backward in response. He was suddenly painfully aware of his lack of clothes; they were all lying in a pile behind Yana, and she didn't look like she'd let him get dressed. "You bound to me as you ended in me," she said, a slight hint of playfulness leaking into her voice. "Now, we go to Svyashchennik Gervasi, make us mates under god. You have made promise with body, you must honor me. You will be fine thing, prized greatly, get many mates, why you no want?"

Mark pulled up his legs, trying to put something between his junk and the advancing predator. "I just don't! I want to go back home, where it's warm, and the animals aren't sex fiends. I'm not marrying you, and that's final."

Yana stopped about two feet from him, then put one claw to her chin in thought. "You been through otsenka prokhozhdeniya? Climb ice, kill and hunt?"

He was getting more worried by the second. "Uh, n-no, I don't think so..."

"And you over sixteen year?"

"Of course I am."

"Then you not able to refuse."

Mark stared dumbfounded at her, wondering what part of no she didn't understand. She just sat there on her haunches, staring at him with warm brown eyes. He couldn't help but appreciate her feminine form, her big tits and wide hips, her pussy lips that were just barely visible between her legs, her muscular frame and soft, thick fur... but he couldn't let her manipulate him with sex. Despite the growing stiffness in his cock, he moved to crawl past her, but only managed to make it halfway before Yana grabbed him by the waist and yanked him onto her lap. Her thick arms wrapped around his chest, holding him to her soft breasts and keeping his pesky struggling under control. One paw restrained his arms while the other reached for his junk, and all his squirming did nothing but get Yana horny. Her thick digits wrapped around his swiftly stiffening member, gently stroking up and down the shaft. "Let me go!" he exclaimed, but part of him knew there was no escaping the coming pleasure.

"Shhh, krolik... no need for fight." Without letting go of him, Yana tossed him back and spun him around, making it so that he was lying prone with his cock exposed. He could see the bear's slick, pouting pussy between her thick thighs, and he knew one way or another part of him was getting stuck in there. "Let me take care of you like mate," she purred, "Maybe I change your mind." He shivered with anxiety as she leaned down and gave his cock a gentle lick, her long, wet tongue gliding up the shaft. Mark couldn't help but feel a small pang of excitement, though it was quickly buried under the fear of her teeth. The lick was followed by a few more before she took his dick in her mouth, but she only suckled on it just enough to get him lubed up. Yana then swiftly grabbed Mark's ankles and pushed his legs up towards his shoulders, leaving his cock, balls, and taint exposed. Part of him held still out of primal fear, a terror founded in Yana's claws and teeth; another part froze out of excitement, eager to perform whatever erotic task his mistress had in mind. Regardless of the reason, he lay motionless as her furry bulk descended on top of him.

The bear grabbed his cock by the base as she lowered herself down, positioning it so that it stuck out from between his legs. Mark quickly realized what she was doing when she began lining herself up, sitting down so that her rump rested on his thighs; the bear seemed like she wanted to ride him, but with his legs held up he felt much more... submissive. Yana was in complete control as she brought the tip of his member against her warm slit, warming herself up a bit by rubbing it up and down. He could feel she was already slick with arousal, and as she began to really press down her pouting vulva accepted him without issue. She thrust forward with her hips, and he silkily slid inside her, feeling her muscles gently squeeze as they adapted to his girth. The polar bear began humping against him, gently at first, but her loving demeanor slowly dissolved into feral ferocity.

It almost seemed like she was the one penetrating him with her dominant strength, pressing her hips into his like she owned him. He couldn't deny the cozy embrace of her warm pussy, but the feeling of femininity was... unsettling. He didn't want to become some plaything, yet here he was, getting ridden like a rocking horse. Each thrust got him deeper into her, and every time she pulled back he felt the subtle bumps of her vagina sliding up his cock, making him quietly moan in pleasure. He also got to watch her big, squishy tits rock back and forth in time with her thrusts, especially once she leaned down and pinned his shoulders to the floor. Each thrust sent the Jeep's suspension squeaking, easily able to bear her massive weight but still complaining under strain. This squeaking mixed well with the wet squelching and heavy breathing of lovemaking, forming a beautiful chorus that delighted the bear. The whole Jeep rocked back and forth, sending a few small items rolling this way and that and cementing the feeling that Yana was in control. He was just here to pleasure her, and from the way she was moaning, he was doing quite a good job.

"O bozhe, krolik... aaahhhh, prodolzhay trakhat' menya gluboko!" Her eyes were squeezed tight in pleasure, enjoying the feeling of the human's cock slipping in and out of her body. He wasn't the biggest she'd been with by far, but in her condition, with this much pent-up arousal... oh, it felt amazing. The little creature was enjoying it too but almost seemed frightened, maybe like he wasn't doing well enough. "Ohhh, very good..." she moaned, "Good krolik..."

"Mmmph... Yana, oh god you're tight..." Each lovely thrust of her hips and squeeze of her warm insides drew him ever closer to cumming, and the sight of her curvy frame fucking him silly wasn't helping his stamina. She was so warm, both inside and out, and her slippery feminine fluids were getting all over his crotch. As his breathing got heavier and his mind started to cloud with pleasure, a tiny sliver of sense said that this was the point of no return, but he wasn't listening; he was all too enthralled by the tender embrace of her loins and her brutal sense of control. Mark couldn't hold on any longer, it was just too damn pleasurable... "I'm... gonna cum... uurrrghh!"

He expected her to take him to the hilt, or at the very least slow down a tad, but Yana kept on humping like a ruthless machine. Her pulsating pussy milked spurt after spurt of his sticky cum, drinking it all up and thirsting for more. The overstimulation was killing him, and he began to thrash under the bear with little effect; eventually, the warm pleasure of her pussy sliding around his dick was drowned out by pure, undefinable sensation, and right as he thought he couldn't take any more she slammed her crotch into his and let out a roar of ecstasy. Her thick muscles spasmed under her fur as her snatch squeezed hard, doing its best to wring out the last few drops of cum. Mark watched her face light up with joy as she continued to orgasm, and her loins got so wet that fat little droplets started to fall to the ground.

Her orgasm didn't take all that long to subside, but when it did, she stood up halfway and let Mark's cock slide out of her with a sticky schlorp. A rope of cum dripped to the ground as she pulled away, and with one paw she reached down and wiped the cocktail of musky bodily fluids from her fur. She sniffed it, licked it, licked it again, then got a fresh sample and offered it to Mark. "Sok semeni i kiski is good for strength, keep you up and hard." At first, he was revolted, but he quickly realized she wasn't going to stop until he did. Mark gave her paw a hesitant lick, tasting the snot-like flavor of his own cum mixed with the taste of pussy juice.

Mark sat up and scooted back, putting a little bit of distance between himself and the polar bear. It was then that he noticed something out of the window behind Yana, something he wasn't really sure he saw. It appeared to be a white figure moving through the snow, a big and bulky creature clad in hide clothing and carrying a spear. It shouldn't have surprised him that Yana wasn't the only one of her kind out in the Arctic, but it was kind of odd that one of her kin had found the Jeep so quickly. "Uh, Yana?" he murmured, pointing toward the advancing figure, "Who's that?"

She turned and looked out the window, squinting for a moment before turning back to Mark. "He of my tribe," she replied, "No bother us, we can do more." The big bear began advancing on him, pinning his legs down with her powerful paws. As her curvy, muscular frame moved to straddle his hips, terror began to bubble up in his stomach, and he tried desperately to figure a way out of becoming her sex slave.

All of a sudden, a flash of inspiration flared in his mind. "W-wait! What if, ah... what if he's got important news?" he sputtered, "L-like your tribe's in danger? Shouldn't you... shouldn't you at least talk to him?"

Yana let out a loud, carefree laugh. "Krolik, you have too much fear. My tribe strong, hold against any bad thing." When Mark didn't calm down, she tilted her head quizzically, trying to deduce what had him scared. "Hmmm, is thing wrong?" He wasn't looking at anything behind her, and she couldn't see any threats advancing through the windows... what was he- it was her! It suddenly made sense now, the way he'd seemed to cower and grovel: he didn't want to become her slave, which was a perfectly understandable fear given the human's scrawny frame. "Oh, no fret, krolik," she purred, "I no want slave of you. I want mate, not property." He still seemed worried, but the big bear had just the thing to restore his trust. She turned around and backed her hips up to his, but instead of moving to sit on his face like he thought she would, she began gently grinding her hips into his groin. "See, I no want control, I let you have good time."

Her wet snatch rubbed tantalizingly against Mark's cock, getting him aroused in spite of his fears. In addition to her own feminine juices, Yana was still leaking cum from when he creampied her, and the warm, sticky substance helped her glide along his shaft. The soft folds of her pussy quickly got blood pumping into his limp member again, and the sight of her round, plump rear on his lap certainly helped things along. Before long, his semi-hardon was parting her vulva with each of her thrusts backward, getting her nice and warmed up before he penetrated her fully. He still didn't fully believe her claim that she didn't want total control, but with arousal and adrenaline rising in his brain, he decided it couldn't hurt to get a little handsy with her. As she continued to tease him with her warm, wet snatch, he grabbed her hips with both hands and tried to guide her upward. "C'mon, girl," he muttered, "Let's get this thing started."

The massive bear complied without hesitation, lifting herself up and hovering above Mark's stiffening cock. A little glob of vaginal fluid dripped down onto his crotch as he held his cock vertically with one hand, and as he guided her down with the hand still on her hips, he felt the warm slickness of their combined bodily fluids once again. Her soft vulva easily gave way, letting him slip inside her pussy's warm embrace with a soft squelching. Both of them let out a small gasp as she took him to the hilt, bringing her big, squishy rump to rest on his crotch. Then, after her vagina squeezed against his cock a little, she lifted her hips back up again, running every inch of her wonderfully textured insides up his shaft. She began humping against him as he guided her hips up and down, bouncing her lovely rump to the wet, sticky tune of lovemaking. The suspension on the Jeep began creaking once again, but softer this time, as if acknowledging the agreement the two unusual lovers had made.

Granted, it was a bit more one-sided than Mark realized, but he was blissfully unaware of that pertinent fact; the sight of the big polar bear's rump riding his cock was amazing, and the warm, sticky sensation of her lubed up pussy was one of the best things he'd ever felt. Each of her thrusts downward seemed to beg him to go deeper, contracting around his stiff member and pulling him inward. Eventually, he grew tired of moving her hips with his hands, but to his delight, he found that she kept the same pleasant pace without his guidance; all he had to do was sit back and let the polar bear work her magic, and that's just what he intended to do. "Mmmm, there you go," he moaned, "Nice and easy... ahhh, there's a good girl."

Yana was content for now, riding the human's stiff cock with her back turned, but she knew she wanted more. She wanted to see his face when she fucked him, see the pleasure and fear that went through his expression as she thrust into him. Granted, it still felt great having his cock slide in and out of her, and she could even get herself off by rubbing her clit, but... she wanted control. Patience, she thought to herself, she just had to play servant girl for a little while. Once she brought him home, he'd be utterly at her mercy, and if she wanted to, she could just tie him to a bed and fuck his brains out whenever she got horny. That'd be fun...

"Oh god... I'm gonna... gonna... urrrgh!" Mark quickly pulled the big bear's hips down onto his cock, engulfing it in soft, wet, squeezing goodness. He immediately began emptying his balls into her, shooting powerful spurts of cum as far into her as they'd go. Yana could feel his seed running deep into her, filling her up to the brim before oozing down out of her pussy. When she stood up, his cock easily slid out of her gaping snatch with a loud schlorp, dripping cum and other juices onto the floor. She moved back a bit before turning around, then dropped onto her paws and knees, exposing her genitals by spreading her thighs. Mark felt a tad tired from his orgasm, but the view was inviting enough that he crawled over for a look. Yana lowered her hips even further down to his crotch level once he got close, and as he looked her over, her warm brown eyes met his.

"Come, krolik, I am your mate, you may do as please. I still wish for orgasm, maybe you provide?" Part of Mark's mind found her behavior somewhat suspicious, especially given how domineering she'd been when they first met, but his paranoia was swiftly overcome by a primal desire to breed. He scooted behind the large bear, adjusted her hips so that her pussy lined up with his cock, then gave his meat a few stiffening tugs before thrusting inside. There was so much cum and pussy juice that he squelched in without much friction, the heated grasp of her insides quickly pulling him deeper. It didn't take much to get him humping against the bear, bouncing both her curvy ass cheeks and the creaking Jeep with each thrust. He liked the feeling of being on top and in control, of being the dominant partner in the encounter. Yana was moaning up a storm, too, with one paw reached between her legs and rubbing at her slimy clit. "Mmmph," the big bear moaned, "Fast, fast... aaah, o bozhe! Sdelay menya svoyey zhenoy!"

Mark could feel the familiar pressure building up in his balls, each thrust into her tight, slimy pussy coaxing out his seed. He leaned down over her like a feral dog, grabbing onto her big, squishy tits with both hands. Yana, in turn, braced herself against the door, digging her claws into the frame as she pushed back into his hips. He could see the gouges her bestial claws left in the plastic, but he was too close to the pure bliss of an orgasm for him to care. It didn't take long before his thrusts began to slow down, and as he started to cum, he drove his cock all the way into her delicious snatch, pressing his crotch flush to her fur. "Yana, I'm cumming..."