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Tales Of Morveria: Frigid Pink, Episode 3

From the Lonely Abyss of the Arctic, Two Beast Folk Rediscover Themselves

By Mantrid Brizon

(Also written during the full moon of October, 2022)

Opening his eyes, the groggy Kyron's ear twitches. A faint noise becomes louder and more clear. He turns his head and peers over his shoulder, his sleepy eyes quickly shooting open. There's a butt! It pokes out from behind the bright, crackling flames. What's that beneath it? Those are feet! Sakina's feet!!! The paw-like appendages sway in the air. A soft plopping sound fills echoes inside of the cave, along with a very particular smell.

“Nngf-nngf-hhnn-hhff!" His half-sister grunts and huffs.

Rolling back over and facing the wall, Kyron covers his ears, folding the thin and furry flaps closed. Even with his palms pressed firmly against his folded ears, he can still hear them. It's as futile as attempting to ignore the stench of sex. Sakina grunts and huffs and pants like a savage female. She speaks to the human, asking him to claim her, to mark her insides with his seed. Her eagerness to surrender her womb to the human begins to genuinely embarrass the Vostii warrior, who himself has mated with females in full view of others, including his half-sister; she'd caught him several times before.

Hearing Garsyn's grunts and groans and moans of pleasure somehow only further unsettles him. Perhaps this wouldn't be so awkward if the pair weren't so obviously enjoying themselves. The only thing worse than the sounds are the smells. Sakina's scent floods the cave, wafted around by Garsyn's motions. As her sibling, her scent is less than appealing to Kyron, who now suffers with the stench of skunk weed and a dash of blood stinging his nose. He briefly wonders what she smells like to the human, who he can hear inhaling the air around her sweaty body as if he'd been suffocated.

“I-I! Hhng-nngh! I'm! Rrhh-almost!" Garsyn exclaims through what sounds like gritted teeth.

“Nngf-nngh! Yes! Inside! Ahh! Please! Nngh-nnhh! Please, finish! Release inside [of] me!" Sakina begs, to Kyron's horror.

“Nngh-nngh-HHHnnnnnNNNNGGGHHHHH!!!" Garsyn grunts in a most familiar manner.

“AAAHHHHH!!!!!" Sakina wails quite loudly.

Kyron briefly lifts a hand from his ear, only to hear the crystal-clear voices of the lovers as they gasp and pant and coo. A soft sound of droplets hitting the stone floor makes him hastily press his hand over his ear once more. Kyron waits for some time, until the scent of lust begins to fade; the aroma of the firewood replaces it. His hands slide away from his ears and return to the ground in front of his snout, which he cups with his palms to block out the faint but lingering stench of mating.

“Ooh, Sakina..." Garsyn coos.

The sound of his hands brushing her furry body as he caresses her fills Kyron's ears. Her bushy tail softly pats against what sounds like the human's skin.

“Mmm-Garsyn..." Sakina swoons, before giving him a long kiss.

“You were right. I can't believe he didn't wake up."

“Hehe! I told you! Kyron sleep[s] like [a] carcass. Too bad he also smell[s] like [a] carcass."

Kyron's lips twist into an unsettled grimace, his eyes glossy as his brow softens.

“Don't."

“What?"

“You don't need to be mean, Sakina." Garsyn remarks.

“I [am] sorry, mate." She giggles.

“Kyron is stern, but I haven't seen him be mean to you. He seems to be a good man."

“You [are] right. I [am] sorry." She speaks with much more sincerity.

Kyron's expression changes, a little smile spreading across his snout. Why would Garsyn defend him from his half-sister's casual insult, especially when he's just mated with her, when Kyron hasn't been very kind to the human, and when he didn't know if Kyron would even hear it?! Soon, the couple's breathing becomes slow and steady. The Vostii lifts his head and looks backs, seeing the pair sleeping peacefully; Garsyn is lying on his back while Sakina is on one side, her arm draped across his chest and her legs shut tightly. Her head rests on the human's shoulder, her snout resting near the center of his chest. His eyes widen when he sees what Garsyn had used on her.

Softly clearing his throat, Kyron turns, lies back down and tries to go back to sleep only to briefly lift an arm and smell himself. He winces and turns his head away.

“Ugh... I [do] need [a] bath..." He murmurs.

Opening his eyes some time later, Garsyn finds himself staring at a face! It's Sakina's face!!! She holds herself up with both hands, her fingers and long, sharp claws on either side of his head.

“Good morning, mate!" She chirps.

“Have you been watching me this whole time?"

“No! Only [a few] minutes!" She exclaims very cheerfully.

“You sound happy." Garsyn flashes an amused grin.

“Oh, I feel great!!!" She exclaims. “I never feel better!!!" She rises to her knees, her eyes sparkling as she claps her hands together. “[Does] my mate want food?! I [will] cook for you!!!"

She doesn't even give Garsyn the chance to respond before she jumps to her feet. Her expression of rapturous joy is briefly tarnished by a furled brow and a circular maw; it looks like she's just twisted her ankle or stubbed a toe.

“Ow... I [am] still [a] little sore..." She remarks, a hand reaching between her legs. “My mate [is] very big! Hehe!" She winks at him, rubbing her loins for a moment. “You wait! I [will] cook for you, now!"

With a hobble in her step, Sakina attempts to spring out of the cave and into the sunlight, pausing every few seconds to wince and mutter “ow" as she gathers supplies. Before she disappears, he can see the reddish-brown stains in her fur, on her buttocks and the underside of her tail, near the base. Garsyn sits up and looks down at himself, finding the same stains on his parts. He'd hoped that she'd lied to him about her virginity, but seeing the evidence only make the realization of what they'd done that much more powerful.

“Oh... Oh, no... By Adonai, what have I done?"

“By who?"

Lifting his head, Garsyn looks to Kyron, who furls his brow and cocks his head with curiosity as he stands before the human.

“Could you, uhm... Could you please put on your pants?" Garsyn asks, looking away.

“I wear pants when you do." Kyron retorts.

Garsyn rolls over and finds his pants, hastily slipping his legs through and pulling them up.

“[Are] you alright?" Kyron asks, taking a step closer.

“Yeah. I'm fine. Can you put on your pants, now? I don't need to see that thing flopping around."

“Huh?"

“Never mind..."

“Who [is] Adonai?"

“It's... Don't worry about it." Garsyn murmurs.

“Hmm... You [do] not sound happy. You [have] mate[d] with my sister. She [is a] beautiful and virginal female. Why [are] you not happy?" Kyron asks, approaching the human.

“I didn't say I wasn't, I just-!" Garsyn exclaims, putting up his hands and taking a step back. “I just miss my bed..." He grumbles.

Kyron's eyes scan the human. Garsyn's eyes look down and away from him, his lips curled into a frown. He can sense that the human is lying to him, but a strange loyalty has begun to form; Kyron dares not question his alpha. However, his brotherly love for Sakina kicks in.

“[Do] you regret her?"

“What?! No!"

Kyron smiles as he sees the look in Garsyn's eyes and hears the tone in his voice. He didn't even hesitate. That was most certainly the truth. The human once again closes his eyes before diverting his gaze, and Kyron begins to realize; that may be the problem. He's tempted to press the issue, to demand to know what Garsyn hasn't told them, but his ears twitch. Sakina is returning, humming an ancient song with a voice that exudes happiness. Though his instinct tells him to submit, Kyron cannot help himself.

“You [do] not harm my sister... You [will] be good to her, or we will have [a] problem..." He sternly warns.

“I know..." Garsyn murmurs.

“Hi, mate! I, ow, found berries and, nnfh, some mushrooms! We [can] add [them] to our, ow, meal!" She exclaims, still wincing and whimpering with every couple of steps.

“Why don't you sit down and rest. I can do that for you." Garsyn speaks softly.

“No! I [am] fine! You rest! I [will] serve you, my mate!" She speaks so sweetly.

“[Do] you want me to help you?" Kyron steps closer.

“BACK OFF!!!" She roars at Kyron, who swiftly recoils in terror.

“..."

“Hehe! I [will] cook!" She closes her eyes and flashes the most innocent of grins.

Sakina cooks them a fine meal and dotes on Garsyn, never attempting to hide her rapidly growing affection. It's obvious to both males that the surrender of her purity to the human was not merely the desire for carnal pleasure, though she certainly enjoyed herself; Sakina treats Garsyn like a female seeking a life-mate, eagerly working to please him so that he'll claim her and make her his bride. Kyron watches the pair closely, and though Garsyn appears to appreciate her affection, he looks unsettled and even uncomfortable at times.

Once they've finished eating, Garsyn leads them to a freshwater pond which is fed by a spring. They gather water in their water bladders and drink their fill before Garsyn washes himself with moss taken from a log and used as a sponge. The pair are perplexed; in their culture, the blood of a virgin is often left where it dries, for all to see and know that she has become a proper woman. Eager to please her mate, however, Sakina ignores her own feelings and joins Garsyn. She insists upon washing his genitals for him. He returns the favor, cleaning the stains in her fur betwixt her legs and on her buttocks. Kyron also takes the opportunity to bathe.

Finally ready, they make their way toward Garsyn's village. It's a long walk and the trio are forced to camp one more night. They can feel the air growing steadily warmer, the further south they travel. The siblings cannot help but wonder; how far are they from their frigid homeland? That night, Sakina cuddles up to Garsyn and offers her body, and though it's clear that he's tempted to partake in her flesh for a second time, the human refuses. Instead, he offers to hold her in a fashion that the Vostii are very familiar with; sleeping with your female's back against your chest and your arms around her is one of several signs that you have claimed her, and Sakina happily accepts.

The following day, they make their way through the forest only for the Vostii to smell something in the distance. Smoke. Are they cooking?! They can smell the meat, but it's of an unknown variety; the deer meat didn't have this scent. The wood also smells unusual; it's dry and without the aroma of leaves. They think nothing of it until they reach a clearing. Without the trees blocking their view, a plume of dark smoke billows in the distance and Garsyn begins to run, his face bearing the visage of terror.

“No, no, no, no!" He shouts to himself, dashing toward the smoke.

The Vostii give chase, easily catching up to the human before passing him. This is not normal, and so they must scout for their leader. They barrel through the brush and jump over logs and large rocks as they re-enter the forest. They follow their noses and the dark cloud which now looms over their heads like a vengeful god. Emerging into yet another clearing, they stop in their tracks and stare. Garsyn takes a moment to catch up. Sakina's ears perk and one shifts as she hears Garsyn dropping his rifle.

“No! In Adonai's Holy name!"

Garsyn stands between the Vostii and stares at the ashes of his village. The Vostii crinkle their noses at the carnage. The source of the unusual scent is now apparent; corpses of humans and beast folk alike lie strewn about, many of them burned to the point of severe charring. Some have localized burns from flaming arrows, which stick out of their bodies in quantities of four, six or even a dozen. The stench of iron makes their stomachs churn. Sakina and Kyron turn to the human only to see the horror on his face. He walks away from his powerful weapon and stumbles, nearly falling over.

Sakina is quick to catch him, but as soon as he regains his footing, he pushes her away and sprints toward the smoldering ruins. Sakina dashes after her would-be mate, the male to whom she'd so recently surrendered her virginity. Kyron is left standing by his lonesome. He turns back and looks at the rifle, only to pick it up and then dart after the others; he must return the weapon to his alpha at once! The two Vostii of the wolf-kin follow the human until he stops at a burnt house. It's smaller than many of the others and the fire that ravaged it has long since burned out.

Smoke still fumes around the large logs that once made up the walls as Garsyn steps through an archway that hangs in his way, partially collapsed. He pushes the broken beams away in anger, the soot blackening the palms of his hands. He steps through the wreckage in search of something, being careful of where he steps. The Vostii try to enter but the warmth of the charred floor is a jarring sensation on their footpads, even through their simple moccasins; they're forced to wait at the threshold.

“Mother!" Garsyn exclaims, looking upon the contorted form, pugilistic and blackened by fire. “Oh, no! Sister!" He eventually cries out from the wreckage.

Sakina's instinctual drive to tend to her would-be mate is overwhelming. She taps a foot against the floor to feel the heat and winces. Her body, still acclimated to the arctic conditions, recoils from the sensation. She growls in anger and looks toward the nearest carcass. An aged Korutan of the horse-kin lay with several smoldering arrows jutting from her back and sides. She appears to have been taken by surprise, her head turned and her lifeless eyes staring at the charred wall a few feet away from her.

Sakina plants a paw-like foot on the horse woman's back and rips a chunk of her garment, tearing it in two and wrapping it around the outside of her simple moccasins for added protection. Kyron watches her and as soon as his half-sister moves toward the burnt cabin, he does the same. Sakina turns a corner, moving away from the creaking wall that sways with the breeze. The cabin once had three, perhaps even four rooms. Now, it is but a shell of its former self. She finds the human standing beside a bed, staring with wide and tear-filled eyes.

“Garsyn? My mate?" She calls out to him.

Garsyn doesn't answer her. Sakina approaches him, her feet crunching on the spongy floor that was once made of hardwood. She looks around the room, the sunlight beaming through the many gaps in the charred roof. Large pieces are missing. A corpse lies in one corner, arms and legs pulled in as if fending off an attacker. Kyron enters a moment later and sees the body. He knows right away that the person succumbed to the fire; the heat has contorted them. They examine the rest of the room and find another being, smaller and possibly a juvenile, lying on their side, on the floor, with a similar pugilistic attitude.

They turn their attention to Garsyn who drops to a knee beside the burnt bed. The body of a female lay on her side, her skin charred and face unrecognizable. The frame of the bed is shriveled and some beams are broken; they only support the body because of how badly the fire has ravaged it, leaving it but a desiccated husk.

“Who [is] this person?" Sakina asks in a soft voice, gently placing her clawed hand on Garsyn's shoulder.

“My mother..." He turns his head to the body lying on its back. “My little sister..." He tries but fails to glance at the smallest corpse lying on its side. “And..."

Garsyn cannot or will not say who the woman lying atop the bed is. Kyron eyes the human and replays their previous conversation in his mind. Sakina doesn't press the matter and squats down, draping her arms over Garsyn. He turns and grabs hold of her, crying into her neck and soaking her fur. The display is anything but masculine, however, the Vostii know that they could not remain strong if they had found their entire village destroyed. It's a moment of weakness that they're inclined to forgive.

“We... We should bury them." Garsyn sniffles, finally regaining his composure.

“[Is] that wise?" Sakina asks, concern in her voice.

“What?!" Garsyn gasps, looking at her with shock and revulsion.

“What she mean[s is], [are] we in danger?" Kyron steps forward.

Garsyn looks to the male Vostii and his expression changes. He begins to ponder what the siblings have been fearing ever since they saw the carnage. Who could do this to the human's village? Who is strong enough to destroy them, when the humans have weapons like Garsyn's rifle?! Garsyn tries to stand but is caught in Sakina's grasp. She feels his movements and rises to her feet, pulling the human up with her.

“There is a tribe... Untamed Vostii led by a group of Sabaarii of the water-kin... They had fled to the north to avoid the much larger villages..." Garsyn begins, wiping the tears from his cheeks and smearing charcoal on his face.

“There [are] bigger village[s]?!" Sakina gasps.

“Yes. This was a small village. We have villages with many thousands of people; some tribes have many hundreds of thousands of members." He explains.

The Vostii are flabbergasted. How could there be so many people in the world, let alone one tribe?!

“This untamed tribe is very hostile. We were a peaceful village, and we were warned by scouts from our tribe that our warriors had chased them from the fields, where they were caught stealing food... We never thought they'd come this way. There was nothing here worth taking except..."

Garsyn pauses and looks toward the body of the female atop the bed. The Vostii are silent. They know that tribes have raided each other for females before, when populations are in decline. The capture and breeding of females from other tribes has happened in their past, though many generations ago. This doesn't appear to be the motive for the attack; there are many female bodies lying strewn about the obliterated village. Could this have simply been an attack in hatred and spite? A slaughter for the sake of it?!

“They must not have seen it coming... The fires would've burned for hours... This must've happened very early last night or even yesterday afternoon..."

Garsyn closes his eyes and hangs his head, a look of guilt and shame on his face. Sakina reaches out and takes her would-be mate into her arms. A hand rests on the back of his head as she pulls him in, making him rest his cheek against her shoulder. As she shushes him, she turns her head and looks to her half-brother. With a motion of her eyes, she asks him to leave. The heat of the burnt floor already reaches through the cloth wrappings and his hide moccasins to his sensitive footpads within. Kyron happily obliges, leaving the lovers alone in the smoldering wreckage.

“You [were] scout[ing] for your tribe. You [are] not guilty. You live, and you fight." She speaks softly yet with a stern tone, trying to lift his spirits.

Garsyn nods his head, his arms wrapping around her waist and giving her a squeeze. She kisses his cheek and nuzzles him. Her duty to her mate is all consuming; he needs more.

“We must work. We must survive. We need [a] plan. Stand strong, my mate, and lead us." She urges, slowly pulling him to his feet.

“You're right..." He says, gathering himself. “We must leave and travel to the city. We must tell them what happened here."

“Where [is the] city?" She asks.

“It's a long walk. Perhaps several weeks. We'll need supplies."

“Then we [should] search, [and] take what we need."

“Yes..." The human nods as he pulls away from her. “We will prepare and leave as soon as possible."

He strokes her cheek with his free hand, bringing a smile to her lips as he smears charcoal into her clean fur. Realizing his mistake, he begins to apologize only for Sakina to grab his hand. She looks deeply into his eyes as she smears even more charcoal onto her face, as if accept it as his mark. With the warmest of smiles, she leans in and kisses him. He's silenced by her tongue as it wrestles with his own. She knows this isn't the time, but she cannot help herself. She's driven to claim what she feels is rightfully hers. As their lips part, Garsyn glances at the nameless body atop the bed, a strange expression on his face.

“No time for burials..." He murmurs, reaching into his satchel to pull out an artifact. “Find these... Bullets, gunpowder, and of course food and water..." He explains, showing her strange gray balls and pouches of black and silver speckled dust. “We will also need these... Zakians and sen'kamen. It's our currency." He continues, presenting a strange disc of metal with a hexagonal hole in the center, and a strange, gleaming cuboid gem with a pale green color.

Sakina nods and then approaches a set of drawers but Garsyn quickly stops her.

“I'll collect what I can from my house... Tell Kyron, search the other houses, and call out if you hear or see anything."

Sakina does as she's told and returns to Kyron, who leaves Garsyn's rifle beside the doorway. They fulfill their tasks admirably, with Sakina harvesting a half-dozen handfuls of the strange coins and two handfuls of the cuboid gemstones. They come in many attractive colors, with four of them even being purple and eight of them being red! Though she contemplates keeping a few, she obeys her would-be mate; once she reunites with Garsyn in the town square, she presents all that she's found. Garsyn is shocked to see her bounty, but especially the purple and red sen'kamen; he asks where she found them.

“In [the] large home, near [the] spring water." She replies, pointing to a manor near the corner of the village.

“I should've known that cheating merchant would have more than he claimed... You did very good, Sakina." He smiles at her, taking her hands in his.

“Mmm!" She coos, leaning in and nuzzling his face, her tail gleefully wagging.

“Where's Kyron?"

“I [am] here!" The male Vostii exclaims, emerging from around a corner.

He didn't find any currency or food, but he found a home with minimal damage. Inside, there were two rifles, like Garsyn's, another weapon that could be carried with one hand and much gunpowder and bullets, the latter of which Sakina had amusingly described to him as, “small gray testicles." Garsyn is pleased to see the weapons and checks them, his elation increasing when he realizes that they're all functional and already loaded. Clearly, it was a surprise attack, otherwise the owner would've fired a shot or two. He turns to Kyron and rests a hand on his shoulder.

“You did very good." He speaks with a warm tone.

Kyron bows his head and cannot help but smile. He tries to force it down, but the young male is happy to have pleased his alpha. They search the village a second time and find a few more supplies, and by mid-afternoon Garsyn pulls a sled piled with gear while the Vostii flank him. They each carry a rifle, having been hastily instructed in their use; Garsyn has promised them proper training, once they reach a safe location. The fact that he would issue his weapons to them shows a level of trust that warms their hearts, especially Sakina's.

That night, as they sit around their campsite and keep watch for hostile beast folk, Sakina scoots closer to the human. He turns to her and looks with sad eyes. The loss of his village is a powerful wound and it breaks her heart. Eager to comfort him, Sakina lifts her animal hide tunic, pushes her flax undergarment to the side and exposes herself, silently offering sex to her would-be mate. He looks toward her breasts and the flower of her womanhood as he considers it, but then closes his eyes and turns away. Offended but undeterred by his rejection, Sakina scoots even closer.

She's tasted the fruits of passion, has enjoyed her first and hopefully only male, and is determined to keep him for herself. If she is going to do that, he must lay claim to her, and if he is to do that, she must make herself worth the effort. With his head turned away, she stretches out and lay on her belly, supporting herself by her elbows. Her fingers grab the buttons of his trousers and push them through the slits before pulling the flaps apart. Before he realizes what's happening, Garsyn's wide eyes turn toward Sakina, who pulls his manhood from his pants and stuffs it into her mouth!

She coos as she tastes it for the very first time. She'd always wondered what it tasted like, having seen many females pleasuring males in this manner. Perhaps she should imitate them? Her tongue swirls around the tip and shaft before she begins bobbing her head up and down. Garsyn is overcome by the sensation of the beast woman fellating him. The human looks toward Kyron, who watches for a moment before rolling his eyes, turning away and rising to his feet.

“W-! Wai-!"

“I [will] return, soon." Kyron murmurs, ignoring Garsyn.

He isn't able to get a word out, though he tries to tell the Vostii to stop; Sakina has no training but her natural born skills emerge as she slurps away, her tongue wriggling around his manhood and quickly awakening it. When his hands finally rest on her shoulders, she decides that it's time to act. She takes his rapidly swelling phallus from her mouth, already straining from his ample girth. With a carnal delight, she pushes him backward, climbs up and over him and then moves her undergarment aside, grabbing the base of his manhood and pushing it into her loins.

She groans as she feels nothing but pleasure, closing her eyes as she rocks her body and nuzzles his head, her canine nostrils flaring as she inhales his intoxicating scent. Garsyn is left in shock as the Vostii of the wolf-kin all but uses him for his body, taking what she wants as if she had a claim to it. His body responds, eager for the comfort of pleasure, in spite of the thoughts and feelings swirling about in his mind. He cannot resist and rests his hands on her slender waist, caressing her as he feels her warmth enveloping him. His eyelids flutter as his head falls back, a soft and pleasured moan escaping his throat.

“I [am] here." She coos, kissing his lips as she makes him lie flat on his back. “Sakina [is] here for you, my mate."

“Ooh, Sakina." Garsyn groans, his hands betraying him and holding her tightly and even egging her on.

“I, hhff, [will] always [be] here. I promise." She says through soft huffs, doing all of the work as she tends to her somber mate. “Use me."

Kyron watches the pair from a distance, a little smirk on his face. A tiny portion of him still distrusts the human and is repulsed not only by Sakina's carnal desires for him but his own submissiveness towards Garsyn. Still, he cannot help but find comfort in their affection. Many pairings in their tribe occur just as rapidly, but rarely do they have this level of affection. Even his own love for Lyra didn't match their level of passion, though it came close. The way their tongues entwine as they kiss, the way he strokes her furry body as she strips off her primitive clothing.

Garsyn holds onto her as Sakina exerts herself, caressing every inch of her. She moves her body up and down, rocking her hips whilst pinning him by his shoulders, all while they kiss and moan into each other's mouths. It's exceptionally passionate and loving. It's as if the world has burned away, leaving behind only Garsyn and Sakina. Kyron waits until they're finished, listening from the darkness of the forest whilst remember Lyra. Once they're done, he returns to the sleeping couple, and without instructions or confirmation, stands guard while they rest...