Vasilia & Uthania

Yeti & Cyclops
Day 1
Noon

I instantly snap awake at the sensations of icicles on my spine. I spring to my feet, finding out that my observation wasn't too far from the truth. Where last night I fell asleep in my bed, I now find myself entrapped by a snowstorm raging around me. I have no Idea how I got here or why I'm naked, but I know that if I don't find shelter and warmth fast, I'm a meat popsicle. It's hard to make out anything in this blizzard, but I think I see some rock outcroppings a few yards away. I head for them while trying in vain to shield myself from the storms fury. I make it to a decent sized one and quickly use it to block the wind. A momentary break in the weather allows me precious few seconds to get my bearings. What I see makes my jaw hang open in amazement. I'm on a mountain! And a big one at that. I scan quickly, knowing that I have but moments before the storm roars down on me once more. I find nothing but untouched, virgin snow. Not a single structure, path, or animal in sight. Oh boy, I'm fucked now. Naked, alone in the middle of nowhere, and starting to freeze to death. I start shaking hard, my body striving to keep my core temp up, but slowly giving ground. I need to find a cave or something and get warm NOW. I set out once more in the blizzard searching hard and fast to find anything that I can somehow make a fire with. After thirty minutes of fruitless scouring, I have nothing. The activity of searching that kept me warm is now turning on me as the sweat from my exertions is cooling me faster than ever. Just as I think it can't get worse, I stop shaking. Dread and fear grip my heart in it's frigid claws as reality sets in. I'm going to die here, and there's not a fucking thing I can do about it. Goddammit! I didn't want to die like this. I wanted to die doing something badass, like going in my sleep and not kicking and screaming like the passengers in my car.

I start wandering in a random direction, trying to keep myself going. I lose track of time as my condition gets worse. I start to slow, from a brisk walk to a normal one, then to shuffling. I'm just crawling now, my joints almost too stiff to move. I finally give up and stop moving entirely. So this is it then, huh? This is how my life ends: Naked. Cold. Alone. The worst way possible. As I feel myself slipping, I spot movement. Hope swells within me as I think I may have found a hiker or some one who lives up here. I turn my head just enough to see my hopes torn asunder, however, when I see that it's not the boots of a human, but the giant paws of a polar bear. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" I scream at myself. "I DON'T GET TO DIE FROM FREEZING TO DEATH?! "Oh no, Anon. That's too good for you. Now you get to be eaten alive AS you're freezing to death!" "FUCK YOU, LIFE! FUCK YOU AND EVERYTHING ELSE THAT EXISTS!" As that scream leaves my lips, I see those paws pivot and head my way at warp speed. I'm barely coherent now, hanging on to what little life I have left, hoping for a miracle that isn't going to come. Whelp, that's it then. Times up. I hope the road to nowehere lead to you, Ozzy, 'cause mama, I'm coming home. And with that last thought, I submit to the blackness.

Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang? What? Clanging, in my afterlife? The fuck is this shit? This is gonna suck if this is all there is to the whole "eternal hereafter" thing. While the clanging continues, other sounds make themselves known. The quenching of hot metal. A crackling fire. The faint sound of rushing wind. Water babbling over smooth stones. I shouldn't be hearing these things, being dead and all. Then it hits me. I'm not dead! Against all odds, I managed to survive! Life, you magnificent bastard! I could kiss you if you didn't just try to kill me! My mental reveling is interrupted as other things start to let themselves be known. I can feel my body again! This discovery is made better by what I'm feeling. Heat. Glorious heat. At first I think it's from the fire, but it sounds too far away to be reaching me with this intensity. I'm still trying to figure this out when the "fire" sighs in deep contentment and shifts slightly on top of me, getting into a more comfortable position! What in the ever loving fuck is going on?! Just when I'm about to open my eyes, my body starts shaking like an earthquake! It saps me of my strength as I realize my core temp has finally risen to the point where my muscles are trying to get me warm. I hear faint, muffled voices speak. "...et some hea.....aft... ...d bring ... he.e!" " I go... ..a ..lass ful... Here, ...ake ..t." The words are hard to make out as I'm not fully with it yet, but it seems they know what to do for treating hypothermia. All other thoughts are dashed as the "fire" raises up off of my chest slightly and tilts my head to the side. I try to move my hand in front of my face to grab the incoming glass, but it's simply batted away as the glass is pressed to my lips. The vessel is tipped slightly for me to drink as what feels like molten lava hits my tongue and scorches a fiery trail to my stomach. I choke at the intensity of the heat as my shaking increases.

Limbs of scalding hot iron wrapped in heavenly soft wool and skin snap taut around me, sealing my movements aside from shaking. The glass is tipped slightly higher as the flow increases from a trickle to a steady stream. The heat spikes and I try to get away from the pain being inflicted on my mouth, throat, and stomach. No matter how much I wiggle, squirm, and twist, I cannot break the hold the "fire" has on me. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of being pumped full of burning pitch, the flow stops and the glass is removed from my now tender lips. I continue to buck and thrash, trying everything to get away from the melting slag poured inside me. This goes on for minutes as the heat slowly spreads to every inch of my body, banishing the cold from whence it came. Throughout my entire struggle, a sweet and caring voice keeps talking, comforting me in pillowy soft tones, telling me it will be over soon and just hold on. My uncontrollable movements slow, and finally cease, as the heat has at last dissipated. I lay there in the "fires' " embrace, panting and completely spent. My muscles tremble at the results of my actions, ignoring my commands to stop and be still. The "fire" has loosened it's unbreakable hold on me and is now cradling me with unearthly tenderness, Its impossibly sweet and warm voice still whispering words of utter comfort. The "fire" and I stay like that for what seems like hours, its reassuring voice and all consuming presence surrounding me. I nearly fall asleep when a new voice makes my ears perk up. "Is he going to live." Odd, that voice has almost no emotion in it. It said that sentence more like a statement than a question. It sounded strong and spoke in clipped tones, like it wasn't used to talking and did so only out of necessity. "I believe so." The "fire's" voice said in soft tones. "I think we made it in time. If he didn't shout when he did, I'd have never saw him." Well, looks like screaming at life saved yours this time.

I figure now would be a good time to let them both know I'll live. I don't have much strength so I'll have to talk low n' slow. My voice rumbles low as I speak. "I'll live. But just barely. Thank you both for saving me." I guess they didn't anticipate that, because the "fire" flinched as if startled. That I kind of expected. The sound of steel clearing leather, though, was definitely unexpected. The "fire" tightened its embrace protectively around me and told the other, "Put your broadsword away, Unathia! I know you've lived alone a long time, but he's no threat to you. Look at him! He doesn't even have the strength to turn his head!" She was right about that. I couldn't have fought off a fly right now if my life depended on it. Time seemed to stretch as minutes went by and I could feel the tension mounting. It broke suddenly, though, when the other spoke. ".....Okay." Was all she said. I heard the sword begin to ease back into its scabbard as she turned and walked away. When I heard it click home, the tension eased out of the "fire", her hold relaxing into a warm cradle of cuddly softness. "I'm sorry about that." She said. "She still isn't used to being around others." I nod my head, not knowing what to say about it. I try to open my eyes, but they seem to be covered with something. I attempt to move my arm but all it does is shake a little and stays put. The "fire" notices this and asks warmly, "Did you need something?" I tell her "I want to open my eyes but something is covering them." "I know." She says. "I wrapped your face up to protect it from the blizzard. Once I got you hear, I undid all but your eyes. They need to stay closed to recover from the snow blindness." "What snow blindness?" I ask. She explains. "When I found you, you were completely incoherent. You were unconscious but still trying to continue on, yelling something about demanding to see life's manager. You were so out of it, you weren't even blinking, just staring at anything you turned your head at. I couldn't let that go on. You would have went blind!

She said all that like she would have died if that happened. The amount of care and worry in her voice was staggering. I lay there thinking about what I should say when she continued on. "I managed to get my paws on you and quickly wrap your head in wool. Once I did that, I picked you up and ran as fast as I could to our cave. I immediately laid you down in my fur bed and rushed to stoke the fire as hot as I could stand. After that, I told Unathia to start making some of my heat draft. I came back to you, stripped naked, and threw my thickest furs over my back as I wrapped myself around you to transfer body heat. Unathia finished the draft and helped me force it down your throat. You barely put up a fight as you were too weak to do more than wiggle. I kept myself wrapped around you until you started shaking again. I called back to Unathia to bring another glass of the draft and got that down you. You really fought that one. I had a lot harder time holding you down. Once you calmed down and relaxed, I knew you were mostly in the clear. Then you spoke. The rest you know." Holy shit! It seems I owe these two women a hell of a lot more than I thought. They literally brought me back from the dead. A thought slams into my brain: I owe them my life. Every second I live from this point on until I'm put in the dirt is because of them. There is no way I can ever pay them back. I don't even have a loincloth to my name. I'm damn well going to try, though. As I'm about to speak, another thought races in: Did she say paws? I could of sworn she said paws. I hesitantly ask, "Uh. You said paws, right? What do you mean by paws? Do you just have big hands, or...." She responds, unsure. "You...uh...yeah...um...you heard right. I said paws. As in bear paws. Please don't panic at what I'm going to say next but I'm a yeti." "What is a yeti?" I ask, not quite sure I understood her correctly. "You don't know? You really have no clue what I mean?" I shake my head no.

"Oh dear." She says softly. "Hmmmmm. How do I explain this? Alright. I'm going to explain a bit about how things are here and hopefully it will make some sense to you, ok?" I nod my head yes, unsure of where this is going. "Okay. First things first. You are not where you were. You are "Here." The name of "Here" has been lost to time so we just call it land. This land is filled with women. Some are Yeti's, like me. Others are like Uthania, a Cyclops. The rest are all different kinds. Some like us treat others equally. Some are submissive and want nothing more than to be told what to do. Still others are very dominant, some even violently so. The one thing we all have in common is a crippling shortage of men. They are so important that entire wars have been fought over a single male. You are incredibly precious and when one is found, all women even remotely close will drop everything they are doing and hunt you down in the hopes of mating with you to continue their line. How they do it depends on their mentality, but in the end the goal is the same: To mate and have offspring, thereby keeping their line alive. I know this is a lot to take in, but whether you like it or not, you're a part of it now until you die." I lay there, wrapped up in the naked embrace of a yeti woman I don't even know the name of, being told that men are so rare that whole armies of ....monster women will slaughter each other just to secure A SINGLE ONE. It blows my mind. And I happen to get lucky enough to be saved by not one, but two, of the kind that are nice. I shudder at the thought of being picked up by the violent ones. She feels it and hugs me tighter, thinking I'm still cold. I finally am able to move my arms and bring them up to hug her back. She gasps at the unexpected contact. Her warm voice floods my head as her tone changes to being incredibly seductive. "I see you can finally control you muscles again." Another gasp, this one extremely lewd, accompanied by a flick of her hips. "In more ways than one."

It appears that not only do my arms work, but other muscles as well. It seems that the sweet combination of warmth, heat draft, and being completely surrounded by a naked yeti woman has had a, shall we say, stirring effect on a certain part of my body. In other words, my cock is rock hard and standing straight up from my crotch, which made it rub up against the gates of her increasingly slick femininity. A soft whine escaped her lips as she says, "I don't know if we should do this right now. You're still too weak and I don't want to risk anymore injury." I can tell from her voice that she really wants to mate but is holding herself back out of worry for me. Her concern is deeply touching. I tighten my hug and say, "I owe you both a debt for saving my life. One that I can never repay. If there is anyway or anything I can do to try, I will." She whines even louder and begins to pant from her pent up need, still holding herself back out of concern for the weakened state of my body. She's shaking a little now as her body fights her mind on what to do. "I want to mate really bad but I don't want to harm you. You're too weak, too frail. I might break something and I can't let that happen!" She nearly wails that last sentence out, so concerned about harming me that it was driving her to distraction. I figure I'd better take the initiative and show her that I'm not as weak as she thinks. I release my hug and bring my arms up my sides and wriggle them under hers, grazing the sides of her ample breasts as I work them past. She gasps again and hisses out her breath through clenched teeth, barely holding her raging passions in check. I work my hands high enough to be able to feel her collarbones. I slowly inch them higher, trying to find her face by feel. She's shaking even harder now, trying desperately to resist her body's desires. I finally get my hands on the side of her head and her shaking comes to a dead stop. Her entire body now tense with anticipation.

I ever so slowly caress the sides of her face, feeling the smoothness of her skin. Her voice is barely a whisper now, "Please....I....*aahhh*... don't want to...*nnngg*..hurt you...." Her nethers are a sopping mess now, completely drenching my penis with its sticky neediness. I get to where her ears should be and am surprised at their absence. Interesting, she must be more bear like than I thought. That means.... I slide my hands towards the top of her head and find what I thought. Her ears were buried under her hair. They were small, fuzzy and incredibly sensitive. I rub them both tenderly and she starts shaking again, fighting with every fiber of her being to not fuck me through her fur bed. Her voice is a wreck of need and worry. "I....*pant*...want to....*grunt*.....mate....but...*whine*....can't risk....*gasp*...harming you!" I finally put my hands on the side of her head and slowly guide her lips closer to mine. Before we kiss, I say "Didn't I just say that if there was any way I could repay you, that I would? I may not be able to do much right now, but the least I can do is help one of of the people who saved my life in their time of need." With that said, our lips embrace each other in the tenderest of kisses. Like a floodgate being opened, stress and tension flee her body as she finally gives up fighting her instincts and fully submits to her body's desire to procreate. Her form melts into mine as she leans into the kiss with increasing fervor. I feel her body heat spike as if someone threw gas on a bonfire. Her legs start to rub my thighs as she wiggles and grind her saturated pussy against my prick, coating it with her lubricants in anticipation of what's to come. I move my hands away from her face as I bring them down her sides, which was a good move as she tightened her grip on me to deepen the kiss. I bring my right hand up to the back of her head and begin to rub her ears slowly, first one, then the other. This makes her moan long and luxuriously into my mouth as the kiss continues.

I pick the right ear and softly begin to scratch it near the base. This causes her to tighten up all around me and shake her left leg uncontrollably against my thigh. She breaks the kiss and whines in my ear, "hhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnngg.....there! Oh gods, right there! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck I'm so hot! I can't stand it! I need to breeeeeeeeed!! Keep scratchinnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaahh!" I continue my right hands ministrations as I slowly move my left hand down to her ass. I'm nearly there when I feel something out of place. She has a tail nub. Hhhmmm. I wonder...... I take it in my left hand and begin to rub and stroke it, never taking my hand off of it. This causes her to snap me into a squeezing bear hug as she goes into overdrive. Her whole body is quaking all around me as she begs me, "Don't stop! I'm almost there! dontstopdontstopdontstoaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhp!" She's near the point of no return when her wild movements finally succeed in burying my cock into her. Holy shit, the heat! It's like sticking my dick in the silken vice of a rippling, squirming, jar of exquisitely warm honey. As soon as I'm inside her, she loses it. Her hip slam down into mine once, twice, three times, before she locks down, hilting herself, and screaming as she cums. Her hold turns vice like as she bucks and thrashes around me, leaving me to hold on for dear life as she rides out her orgasm. I cum from the tortuously wonderful sensations of her pussy's luxuriously overwhelming milking motions, painting her insides white. We goes on like this for minutes, until she finally sags against me, panting heavily and utterly spent. I lay there with her on top of me and just hold her, whispering in her ear that I'm fine and nothings broken. She nods weakly, letting me know she heard me. Apparently, we were not alone, for now I hear quiet moans off to my left, accompanied by wet, squelching noises. I can't see anything with the bandages still covering my eyes, so I ask the yeti what's making those noises.

She must have heard it to because she responded with a bit of lewdness in her voice, "That's the sound of a very horny and sex starved cyclops masturbating while we mated." A surprised gasp and repressed moan emanate from the direction of the noises, confirming her words. "Did you mean it when you said you'd try to do anything to repay us?" The yeti asks, a hint of mischievousness in her voice. Not quite sure where she's going with this, but I reaffirm my words spoken earlier. I can practically feel her smile when she says, "Good." I feel her start to move off of me, causing my cock to pop free of her pussy. A longing sigh escapes her lips at the loss, but she continues to extract herself from me and finally breaks contact with my body. I didn't realize how cold it really was until I was no longer covered. The frigid mountain air slams into my body and makes me start to shiver from head to toe. "Don't worry," The yeti woman says, "I'll help you get warm again in a moment, but not in the way you think." I lay there, shaking from the cold and pondering her words when I hear her speak up again. "Unathia, would you like to keep this man warm while I go out to hunt down some food and hides?" The way she said it wasn't innocent. Not one bit. The request was practically dripping with sexy innuendo. I make out another gasp from Unathia as she clearly wasn't expecting that. I could hear the uncertianty come through in her flat voice. "Are you sure it is okay, Vasilia. I do not want to come between you two after just mating." Vasilia laughs lightly at her friend. "I'm satisfied, for now. We need more food, hides, and furs. Especially for him as he can't take the cold like we can." Which was true. I'm getting colder every second they keep talking. And if I'm going so survive here, I'm going to need those things, and soon. I can't stay chained to a fur bed and constantly wrapped in the arms of a yeti or cyclops. Well, maybe that wouldn't be...NO! I need to be able to move around and help.

I'm shaking harder now. My teeth are starting to chatter as Vasilia tries to convince Unathia in no uncertain terms that I swore to repay them in any way I could, and mating was definitely on the table, as I was the one who started it. Oh fuck this noise. I'm going to freeze again if they keep this up. At this point I'm fed up and my voice booms out, "Ladies, make up your minds or watch me turn into a mancicle!" The talking stops immediately as they both look over to see me shaking myself to pieces, futilely rubbing my hands up and down my arms in a vain attemp to generate more heat. Vasilia gasps and I hear her begin to move over to me to cover me up with her body and fur blankets. "Stop." Unathia says to Vasilia. "I will tend to his needs." "Finally." Vasilia says. "Let's get you stripped and on top of him so I can cover you in my furs and go hunting." Did she just say stripped? Oh boy, I'm not sure about that. The yeti was one thing as they were sorta like a humanoid bear and all warm and fluffy, A cyclops, however was another matter. If i remember mythology correctly, they were ugly, massive in size and heavily muscled, not to mention stubborn and prone to violence. Maybe I spoke too honestly when I said I would repay them any way I could. My thoughts are interrupted as new sounds reach my ears.I can't see what's going on, but I hear what sounds like.....armor? being unbuckled and hitting the stone floor with a loud CLANG! Wow, that sounds way heavier than it should. Those sounds continue for a few minutes, leaving me to ponder just how much armor she was wearing in the first place. Eventually, the sounds of metal hitting stone stop, and are replaced by heavy footfalls slowly approaching my prone and defenseless form. Whelp, I'd better brace myself for calloused hands, iron hard muscles, and skin that feels like worn leather. When her hand grazed my chest, it was rough, just like I thought.

I couldn't feel anything else as she slowly straddled my form and waited for Vasilia to get her fur blankets ready. Once Vasilia said she was ready to cover us, Unathia lowered herself. Here comes the leather. Boy was I wrong, as nothing was further from the truth. Her skin wasn't tough at all! It was shockingly smooth. I could feel her muscles and she was very built, but it was muted by the silky softness of her skin. Oh wow, this is way better than I hoped it would be. Her upper torso came down next and I felt her breasts on my chest. They were round, full and heavy for their size. She must be stacked! As she finally settled into a comfortable resting position, the fur blankets completely covered us from neck to toes. Blissful warmth enshrouded me as it slowly worked its way into my quaking body. "There." Vasilia said. "That should do it while I hunt." She said "do it" lasciviously, making me think she means more than just keeping me warm. Unathia seemed to also pick up on it as she flinched a little and wiggled her hips so lightly I almost missed it. "I'll be gone for a bit longer than normal as I need to hunt for more than just us two now. You two stay warm and play nice." Goddammit Vasilia, quit saying things so lecherously. I felt Unathia twitch very obviously that time. It seems she's still wound up from watching Vasilia and I mate. I hear Vasilia's footsteps slowly fade away until there was nothing but the howling wind, crackling fire, and the two of us breathing. Well, this is awkward. With Vasilia, I didn't have a choice. With Unathia, though, she chose to keep me from freezing again. I am about to start a conversation when she speaks first. "I apologize for putting you in this position. I know I make you uncomfortable. When Vasilia returns, I will return you to her care." Wait, what? Why is she apologizing? And what does she mean she makes me uncomfortable? It was then that I realized that my body was very tense under her.

When the fuck did that happen?! I shouldn't be tense at all. Was I....afraid of her? I don't even know what she looks like and my body acts like it's scared of her. What the actual fuck. Was it because she pulled a sword on me? Or is it because Vasilia isn't here? Maybe it's because I can't see and am thinking she looks like the ones in old drawings. This is fucking ridiculous! Time to change that shit right now. I slowly force my body to relax as I bring my arms up to lock snugly around her back. This catches her off guard as she gasps and tenses up, going stiff around me. I feel her staring me in the face. "Please do not hug me. I will keep you warm until Vasilia returns, like I said I would. I will then return you to her." She says in her clipped, flat tones. I reply, "Actually, I should be apologizing to you. I'm sorry for intruding on your life and making you feel uncomfortable. I never meant for any of this to happen, whatever it is that's happened to me to bring me here. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for keeping me alive and repeat what I said earlier. I will do anything I am able to and try to repay this debt I owe. You have only to ask." THAT caught her completely flatfooted. She shook slightly in my arms as she wrestled with some inner thoughts. I simply lay there in her soft embrace as she thinks things out. She finally speaks, "Are your words true. Do you mean exactly what you say, as you said it to Vasilia." Wondering where this is going, I repeat myself. "Yes I do mean it. I have both of you to thank for giving me a second chance at life. I am indebted to you two and will do anything I am able to repay you." She seems to be thinking more now. I wait for her response, wondering where she is going with this, When she speaks once more, it sounds like she made up her mind about something. "Very well. I will take you at your word." "Well, I'm glad that MMMMMMPPPHH!" Whatever else I was going to say was smothered by her lips sealing themselves to mine!

I'm dumbfounded as her entire body relaxes and presses down on me with need. Her lips are hungrily trying their level best to devour mine as she crushes herself onto me. She starts grinding her hips in blatant lust up and down my rapidly growing shaft, covering it in her juices.  What the hell have I just let loose! She's completely different from before! Too late to think about that now, though, because I don't think I'm gonna have much say on what's about to happen. My thoughts were confirmed a minute later when she broke the kiss to breathe in and let out such a deep and lusciously wanton moan that it made my balls twitch and pull up toward my body. "Uh, Unathia?" I ask. "Are you alright?" She responds. "I've made up my mind, my dear, sweet anon. We're going to mate the entire time Vasilia is away and you're going to get me pregnant. And in return, I'll make you the weapons and armor of your dreams. Deal, darling?" Her voice and speech patterns are completely different. Where once there was a shy and monotone blacksmith, now resides a seductive and very horny cyclops! Before I can even figure out what caused the change, she speaks again. "Well, Anon? Do you agree?" Looks like she hasn't completely changed as she is asking if I want to or not. Somehow I get the feeling that turning her down when she just opened up to me would be a very bad idea. I clear my throat and say, "Are you sure you want to?" I can actually feel the wanton lust in her gaze as she says, "Oh yes, darling. I very much want you to fuck me. Over and over and over again until I'm so full of your seed, I can't see my feet over my stomach!" Holy Fuck! I never expected this from her. Maybe there was something about cyclops's that Vasilia might know that would explain this kind of behavior shift. But she's not here right now and I have a decision to make. And fast! I take a few moments to think it through, which is made infinitely harder as Unathia is constantly grinding, groping, nipping, and licking me everywhere.

I make up my mind. For better or worse, I'm bound by my promise to repay them in any way I can. And if that means getting yeti's and cyclops's pregnant, then so be it. I finally speak. "Unathia, I do accMMMMMPPPPHH!" I didn't even get to finish the sentence as her lips were right back to trying to suck my face off. Oh god's, what have I done?! Her lips leave mine as they star kissing me all over my face, neck, and chest. I feel something out of place rub against the side of my head as she's nibbling on my collarbone. It feels hard and smooth, like a.....horn. That's new, until I remember that in some drawings, cyclops's did occasionally have a horn. She must be one of those, then. Hhhmmmmmm, I wonder..... I unlock my arms from her back and slowly slide them up her sides. This causes her to moan and arch her back. I take this chance and bring my hands to her chest and fill my palms to overflowing with perfectly full, round, supple breasts. She shivers at the sensations and hisses out a "Yeeeeeeesssssssssssssss" that makes my dick twitch. She leans down once more, trapping my hands full of tit flesh to my chest. I squeeze them like stress balls as she starts moaning loud and long. She's really getting into it now, constantly grinding, kissing, stroking, and moaning at every squeeze, pinch, lick, and whisper I give her. After quite a while of this most excellent foreplay, she raises up, freeing my hands form their voluptuous prison of cleavage. She leans down, puts her lips next to my ear and says, "Enough foreplay. It's time for you to keep your promise, husband." Husband?! When did you agree to marry her? Uh oh. I said "I do" when I went to accept her offer and she cut off the rest of my answer! I was about to speak when she grabbed my cock in her calloused hands, lined it up with her aching pussy, and slammed down, impaled herself to the hilt. She took a breath and cried out as she came, her body shaking as her orgasm rocked through her body. Her silken walls rippling around my member.

Her pussy worked hard, doing its utmost to milk my seed from my testes. I almost give in when it stops and she falls forward onto my chest, breathing hard and shaking head to toe from her overpowering orgasm. I give her a few moments to recover and let myself cool down. "Oh gods, I needed that soo much. Thank you for....gasp!" I feel her head turn in the direction I think would let her look at my face. She wiggles her hips slightly, as if to confirm something, and gasps again. Now I can feel her staring when she says, "You didn't come?" She whines at the thought of not getting the child she so desperately wants. "Not yet." I replied, as I slowly begin to move my hips back and forth. Her whine is replaced with a surprised moan, then a contented sigh as she realizes she'll get what she wants, just a little later. She lays on top of me, her head resting on my chest as I slowly, tenderly love her. I keep up the slow, sensual loving, burying myself to the hilt, pausing, then withdrawing until only my tip rests in her, before starting the process all over again. This went on for what must have been hours as I have no way to keep track of time, not that I cared to. It felt way too perfect to even think about pausing long enough to figure out what the time was. I just wanted to kept slowly screwing this cyclops woman, never, ever wanting to stop. She seemed to agree. Her moans, sighs, whimpers, and soft cries of pleasure were all the encouragement I needed. They let me know what I was doing was exactly what she wanted. A thought suddenly pushed into my head: I wonder what her horn feels like? Is it smooth? Or maybe spiraled? Only one way to find out. I slowly move my arms from cradling her ass and bring my hands up to touch her horn. As soon as my fingers curl around it, her entire body tenses up. She gasps and moans loudly at the feeling. "Not my horn! Don't touch my horn! It's too sensitive! Let it AAAAAHHHHHHH!" She cums again, thrashing on top of me. I pull out and let her orgasm take its course. Minutes later she finally stops and slumps back down on my chest, sucking in great lungfuls of air. Just as she is about to admonish me, I bury my cock back in her to the hilt. She goes wide eyed as her overly sensitive pussy is stimulated once more. I whisper to her, "I'm going to stuff you full with all the seed I have. Let me give you the daughter you've always desired." My words have a revitalizing effect on her as she starts rocking her hips back and forth with increasing fervor, desperately trying to get my man milk. I keep my left hand busy working her horn as I start to punch up into her hard and fast. She wails at the sensations of two very sensitive parts being thoroughly stimulated.

I decide it's time. I'm at my limit and can't hold back much longer. Neither can she, judging by her voice and movements. She was slamming back into my crotch now, attemping to get the entirety of my genitles into her. I reach down with my right hand, get my fingers wet with her juices, then bring my hand back around to slowly circle her asshole with my middle finger. Before she can say anything, I gently insert it into her. She shouts in unrestrained lust and begs for more. I oblige her by hammering my cock in as hard as I can while working her horn and anus. She's so close, shouting "GONNA CUM! ALMOST THERE!" Suddenly, a wicked thought enters my head. I bring her horn down to my mouth, wrap my lips around it, and lick, suck, and nibble her to orgasm. That sends her over the edge with a scream of "FIIIIIIIIIIIILL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I come with her, burying myself inside her a final time and spilling my seed into her, feeling my thick, ropey bursts blast out of my cock and hammer past her cervix and straight into her womb, almost gauranteeing conception. Her pussy walls slam shut around my girth and go into overdrive, milking me with such force that it feels like it might rip the flesh off of my dick.  Her outer lips seal me in her with such intensity, that she could lift me off the bed with just her vagina. We cum for what feels like forever, our entire world turning into feelings of pure, unrestrained bliss at our releases. Eventually though, it finally ends. We collapse in a heap, unable to do anything but breathe. Her cunt is still sucking me in, constantly twitching and milking, getting absolutely everything I have to offer. My prick is so sensitive, that it makes me spasm and twitch everytime her pussy pulses. It goes on like this for quite awhile until, finally, her feminie muscles relax enough to free myself from its tortorously exquisite prison. It slides free, accompanied by an immensely satisfied sigh. We lay there, holding each other, basking in the afterglow of creating life. As we recover, a familiar voice chimes in. "Wow. I heard you two going at it clear outside the cave. That must been one intense mating." Vasilia says with a lascivious tone in her voice. Unathia and I snap our heads in the direction where she spoke. I can't see shit because of the bandages, so I can only guess what she brought back. Unathia, though, can. "Those will do well. I will begin crafting them into the weapons and armor we agreed upon immediately." She was back to her old self again, monotone and distant. I'm ready to ask Vasilia about the switch, when I feel a hand on my face. "Vasilia, please come over and help me keep him warm." That was unexpected. Looks like she's not as shy as before. I hear..... things hit the floor as Vasilia comes over and tries to get into bed. "Unathia, please slide over." "I cannot move. Please push me over to make room." She does and gets under the furs. She instantly begins to wrap herself around me, but is stopped by Unathia. "I will take half. You take the other half. Husband, I will honor my word as you honored yours." "HUSBAND?!" Oh boy...

This is going to be hard to explain. I'm going to have to be delicate about how I put this so they don't think I'm a horrible person. Just as I'm about to speak up, Vasilia chimes in with a little jealousy in her voice. "What do you mean "your" husband, Unathia? I mated with him first and that makes me his lover and wife." What the everloving fuck is going on?! It appears things work different here than home because, apparently, having sex with one of these girls means I'm they're husband until I drop dead. That doesn't make any sense. I try to speak again but am preceeded by Unathia this time. "That is true. However, he said "I do" to me when he agreed to help me become with child in exchange for the armor and weapons of his dreams. That whould make him my husband in word and deed." I finally get to speak up and say, " Ladies, I think both of..." "BE QUIET!" They both bark at me. I shut up, not wanting to make them any more upset then they already are. This turned out to not matter as they were working themselves up over who was my wife first. Vasilia and Unathia's grip on me was tightening as they got more possessive, each trying to claim more of my fleshy real estate than the other. Not good, Anon. I've got to stop this before they squish me between their warm,...soft,......supple.....NO. They're squeezing me soo hard! I feel ribs snapping and other bones starting to crack. I try to shout out in pain, but I can barely draw breath. Their crushing me to death and I can't stop them! Their faces are touching now in their quest to each claim me as their one and only. I hardly have any breath left and breathing in is almost impossible. Fuck this! I'm not dying again! I shout with the last bit of air in my lungs, "STOP ARGUIING! YOU'RE CRUSHING ME TO DEATH!" They immediately fall silent and I feel them look down on me to see my face turning light blue from lack of air. They both gasp, horrified at what they were unknowingly doing and instantly relax their titanic grips on my nearly broken body.

I begin to draw in great lungfuls of air as I fight off the waves of blackness that were closing in, which makes searing lances of pain shoot up my sides. I cry out at the feeling but keep sucking in sweet, sweet oxygen. I can't see their faces, but I think I hear them both start to cry. Yup, their crying now, deep, racking sobs that shake their bodies to the core. "I'm sorry! I'm soo sorry! Oh god, where are you hurt?! Did I break anything?! Tell me, PLEASE!" Vasilia asks with untold horror in her voice. Unathia is no better. "NOOO! Don't die! Please don't die! Tell me where you're hurt, PLEASE!" I finally get my breathing and the pain under control and tell them through clenched teeth. " Please don't fight over me. I have some broken ribs and what feels like dozens of fractures all over. My body can't take much more of your arguing over whose husband I am." When I said the amount of injuries I had, they both wailed and cradled me with exquisite tenderness, crying from the depths of their souls about how sorry they were for hurting me. I speak again. "It's ok. I'll live. I just hurts right now. It could be alot worse, though. I could be dead right now if you both hand't found me and brought me back to life. " That seemed to help alleviate much of their worries and the crying subsided to quiet sniffles and whimpering. I suddenly realize that i have a life changing decision to make: I can't live in this world alone, not for long anyway. I sure as hell can't survive without both of their help. Hmmmmmmm. Well Anon, it looks like I'm getting married a hell of a lot earlier than I wanted. And to not one, but two, very caring and lovable women. Ha! They're not even human and I'm finding myself not caring one bit! Well, I better tell them what I've decided. I start to shake again, not from the cold, but from what I'm about to say. I've never been this nervous in my life! I'm sure they won't reject me, but still that thought is there in the back of my head.

They both feel me shake and think I'm hurt worse than I said and start to cry again, whispering their apologies in my ears as they try to lightly hug and rub the pain away. Even through the pain, I feel warm, safe, and above all, loved in a way I didn't think I could be, from two women who I haven't even laid eyes on, let alone weren't even the same species as me. That thought banished the doubt and nervousness from me and I relax, sighing deeply as I let my mind wander to a posible future with these two women. I see me standing near the cave's entrance, years from now, covered head to toe in yeti fur lined armor of painstakingly exquisite detail and unbreakable quality. I see my shield covering a good portion of my fur cloak, which ripples in the mountain wind to reveal the kilij resting on my left hip. From my belt dangles a small hand crossbow, just in case I need to hit a distant target. In my right hand I see a bardiche as tall as I am, the blade gleaming like a beacon in the sunlight. I hear a sweet, motherly voice call me in for supper. I turn and see Vasilia waving to me as she hustles our two daughters in, their peels of laughter echoing off the rock faces as they scurry in to eat. I make my way into our home and remove my helm and rest my bardiche against the cave wall, close at hand. I hear the banging of metal from Unathia's forge cease as she comes to the dinner table, our oldest daughter in tow. We all gather at the table and sit, ready to eat. I look around at their faces, all full of love and admiration for me simply being there, let alone being their husband and father. And just like that, the vision is gone. A sense of immense sadness and loss fill me at the thought of not having that future be real. I want that. I want that bad. Then I realize that I can have it. It's right here on either side of me, just waiting for me to take it. And all I have to do is say so. All I have to do is accept them both as my wives and it's mine. I can be happy in a way that was never possible at home. I make up my mind. I'm not letting that chance slip away. I'm grabbing it and never letting go.

I finally speak, my voice thick with emotion and uncertianty. "Vasilia. Unathia. I don't know how this world works or what my place in it is, but I know that I don't want to face it without you two. I say this now to you both: Please.....be my wives. Please let me be with you two so we can be together. Please let us love each other and raise a family. Please.....don't leave me alone." I start to cry at this point, the heaviness of my words crushing me with worry that they might not, however slight, accept them. I hear their crying stop like I flipped a switch. The silence from them is deafening. I can't hear the fire. I can't hear the wind. I can't even hear them breathing. I can't hear anything at all except the hammer blow like beats of my racing heart. I lay there in petrified anticipation, hoping they accept but not sure if they will. Finally the silence breaks. I hear them both crying again, not in sorrow, but in joy. it goes on like that for a moment before they both shout together from the bottom of their hearts, "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!" And with those glorious words, a dam of love and happiness bursts over me as my heart swells and spirit sings. We are all crying now, bottomless joy smothering us with its wonderful weight. We all lay there in a heap of tears and raw emotion, letting the love for one another throb between us. We stay like that, the forge fogotten, the fur and food brought in ignored, as we hug and kiss and tenderly whisper to each other our love. We stay that way, never letting go of one another, as one by one, we fall asleep in each others arms. As I finally succumb to physical and emotional exhaustion, I think of how lucky I am, being able to fall asleep every night for the rest of my life, sublimely crushed between a cyclops lady and a yeti woman.

Vasilia, Unathia, and I
Year 3 Day 197
Evening

This brings me back. Years ago, when I let my mind wander on what might be, I saw a possible future with Vasilia and Unathia. Needless to say, it happened. Well, for the most part, anyway. I didn't anticipate my left eye being rendered useless shortly after I arrived here. Being numb and not blinking while rubbing that side of your face onto little ice covered mountain rocks will do that. Poor Vasilia. She was beside herself with guilt about it. I still tell her to this day it's not her fault and the damage was done before she saved me, but I don't think she'll ever forgive herself, even though I had. Unathia was upset, but took it better than Vasi. She even told me in private that it was a real turn on for her as it makes me look like a sexy male cyclops. It floored me when she said that. I never expected those words from her. Man, she's really opened up since then. Almost all traces of her being distant and shy are gone. She was invaluable in helping me get used to having no depth perception. She was also the one who insisted I have a shield instead of the  bastard sword I wanted, to compensate for my restricted field of view. We comprimised and she made me not only this nearly indestructible armor and shield, but my bardiche and kilij as well. Vasi insisted on a bow to keep danger even farther away from me. I would have had trouble with a regular bow, but Thia came to the rescue with a small hand crossbow. Thank god I didn't lose my right eye instead or I wouldn't have been able to use it so well. It's just like aiming a pistol, but slower. This armor of mine wouldn't be so good without Vasilia's wool like fur lining it. There was something very special about it that I still can't figure out. No matter how cold it gets, it feels like she's always there, wrapping around and hugging me in her tenderest of embraces, and I never get cold. When she suggested that we shave her to make the lining, I thought she lost her mind. She explained that it grows back fast as long as her body gets alot of protein.

Those two weeks after we shaved her were intense. I don't think I even left her bed. All we did was sleep, eat, drink, and fuck. By the gods did we fuck! I thought she was aggresive before, but I was shocked at how much more intense she could be. I have a pet theory I've never said out loud. I think her fur acts as a dampner of sorts, because when it grew back, she was her old self again. All sweet, caring, and warm once more. I've still to this day never been that exhausted, but it was oh so worth it. My thoughts are interrupted by Vasi calling to me, telling me dinner is ready. Heaven's above, she's still as beautiful as the day I first laid eye on her. Her fur and hair are as pure and white as the driven snow. Her exposed skin is surprisingly tan, that somehow doesn't diminish, but actually enhanced her attractiveness. She never explained why she wore little more than underwear, not that I was complaining. She was never without her scarf, treasuring it almost as much as she treasured me. Her hips were perfect. Not to big or small. And sexy as hell. Her breasts were so nice. They had to be 40's and easily DD, maybe bigger. And man did they swell when she got pregnant. They almost doubled in size. But her face. Never have I seen another like it. So filled with love and warmth. Her silver eyes brimming with happiness every time she looked at me. Every day was an exercise in restraint when we had those rare moments alone together. Most of the time we succeeded. Other times, not so much. I can see her corralling our two daughters into the cave. Boy, did they have energy to burn! I can never keep up with them. And their strenght was amazing for how small the are. In six months they could wrestle me down and pin me to the floor. In nine, they could lift me over their heads. By the time one year had passed, they could punch small holes into the mountain side. And they would only get stronger until they were fully grown. Thank the stars they were like her mother, so gentle and kind. I would hate to see them angry.

I've changed quite a bit as well. This enviroment forced me to grow thick and strong just to survive. I used to be 5' 11' and about 210. I am now a good four to five inches taller. I also filled out muscle wise, easily eclipsing the previous best shape I was ever in. My arms and legs were thick and corded, but not so much that it would slow me down. I put on some weight too. Another sixty pounds to be precise. it wasn't bad fat like I remember. There was just enough fat on me for insulation. I still haven't been able to figure out how I changed so much. It should be impossible, but here I am being living proof. This place never ceases to amaze me. I turn and head for the cave, our home we filled to overflowing with love. I breach the opening and slowly remove my helm, setting it on the little table I built. I tried to make it look like the one my grandfather left me, and while it was close, I just couldn't get it right. I near the table as I take off my gauntlets and clip them to their spots on my belt. I lean my bardiche against the wall, always keeping it close by. Vasilia and our two daughters were already seated and waiting for me. I'm about to call for Unathia when I here the banging stop. It seems she knows. I hear them draw closer. They round the corner that blocks the heat and most of the noise of the forge and there they are. Our daughter in perfect lockstep behind her mother. She looks like a smaller version of Thia, right down to the armor style. She adores her mother and does everything she does as best she can. Well, almost everything. She wasn't going to learn the lessons of love from her old man, that's for damn sure. That was reserved for her mothers. Had a hard time explaining to her why daddy was constantly drawing and seathing his short sword in mommy when we thought she was sleeping one night. That was...awkward. I really should put a bell on her, she's waay to quiet sometimes. I don't think Unathia will let me anyway. We'll just have to be more careful.

I look away from our eldest daughter and right into the eye of her mother. I will never forget the first time I saw her with my one good eye. Before we took off my badages, I braced myself for a cyclops like I saw in artwork: Huge, ugly, not very bright, and violent. I learned she wasn't stupid or violent prior to seeing her, but I was still unsure about her apperance. When I first laid eye on her, I immediately cursed myself for my petty shallowness. What I saw was not hideous or huge. No. I saw a very beautiful woman with one gorgeous all encompasing eye. Her skin was a few shades lighter than Vasilia's but of redder hue due to working the forge. It gave her a rosy tint that made her look exotic. Her armor was perfectly fitted in all the right ways, accentuating her already generous figure. Her legs and thighs are thick with muscle and incredibly arousing. I sometimes ask her to wrap them around my back as I make love to her from above. I always cum when she does. I've never been able to hold back, not once. They so feel indescribably good, it sets me off every time, without fail. Her hips are thick and have a slight flare to them that stirs my loins everytime I look at them from behind, even in her armor. Her breasts are a little bigger that Vasi's, not so much in inches, but in cup sizes. They have to be another two, maybe more, sizes larger. And they were heavy. I don't know how they don't sag or why her back never hurts, but by all rights they should. Then i get to her face. It has a slightly angular look to it, thanks to her elf like ears. Her eye dominates her face. It doesn't make her ugly, but in fact makes her look more beautiful than most women I remember with two. Its black pupil is surrounded by a rich bright purple iris that gazes at me with unconditional love and trust. Her horn juts proudly from her forehead, it's soft green-grey color just begging to be touched. Her hair is a long, rich, and deep cyan that pulls everything about her together to make her nearly irresistable to me.

They finally take their seats at the table as we all look at each other with love, as we do everytime we sit down to eat. I never would have guessed that nearly freezing to death naked on a mountainside would lead me to something I never knew I wanted, let alone was looking for. And I wanted this. I wanted this more than anything I could possibly concieve. And I have it. I have it and it's mine and I'm never, ever letting it go. I'll die and take anything and everything with me and drag it to hell just to watch it burn before I let anything dare try to come and take it away from me. As we begin to eat, I keep thinking to myself that I am the luckiest man in existence. I have a home bursting at the seams with love, great food to eat, pure water to drink, healthy and happy children, and two wives who love me so much that it hurts my heart to think about others who don't have this. As the children become absorbed in feuling their growing bodies, Vasilia manages to catch my eye and looks at me with barely contained lust. I nearly choke on my food at the thought of what pleasures we're going to drown ourselves in tonight. She looks away and tends to one of our daughters when I turn my head to see Unathia staring at me, trying her best to bore a hole through my eye with hers. Her gaze holds so much need in it that I almost drop my flagon on the floor. Oh My. Looks like tonight the kids are going to bed a little early, because both mommies and daddy are going to be very busy trying our hardest to give them a new baby sister or two to fawn over. And from the looks I just got, it's going to take us all night long. Heh, at least I hope it will. Oh well, I guess they're ain't no rest for the wicked after all. And I wouldn't have it any other way.