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By Draconicon

The Splitters were in the process of packing up for the day's march, but Mikkel had paused his packing to watch the Champion's tent. He couldn't help it; there was something almost ritualistic about waiting for the Champion's partner to come out for the day, seeing what had happened to them overnight, and how they bore what had been done to them.

The arctic hare squatted by his own tent, his hands long-since gone still rather than pulling down the cords that held it suspended. The stakes were already loosened, the fabric of the tent just needing to be pulled off the frame and rolled over the old bone poles to be carried for the day, but he couldn't bring himself to continue. Not when she would be coming out, soon.

The rest of the Splitters were busy around him, muttering and getting ready for the day's trek across the ice and snow. Most of them were deliberately avoiding looking at the Champion's tent, and Mikkel couldn't blame them. Those that showed too much interest risked getting the same back, and -

The tent flap across the campsite flapped, and he held his breath. A snow owl female stepped out, her eyes dazed, her beak hanging open slightly, and she walked with a stumble and a roll of her hips that made her look like she was waddling. For a split second, her coat showed her bare feathers beneath it, revealing a hint of her fluffy bosom and her upper thighs before she recovered enough to close it. He blushed as he swore he saw a hint of old seed running down her leg, fighting the morning chill that threatened to turn it into a clumpy icicle.

He used her...he used her hard.

Mikkel shook his head, blushing as he imagined what that might have been like. He knew that the Champion often took one of the Splitters with him to bed for the night, knew that they were used hard while they were in his company, but that was as far as his knowledge went. He didn't know how the big guy actually chose them, nor what he did when they were alone, or why -

The tent flap fluttered again. This time, it was the Champion himself, and Mikkel froze as he stared.

Olag, a polar bear nearly seven feet tall and thick enough that he could shoulder-check a feral ice wolf out of the way without a weapon, stood up and stretched. His loincloth rose up, showing a hint of the dark-colored cock that hid just beneath it, and quite a bit of the white-furred sac just under it. The hare turned away, blushing hard as he tried not to think about what that would have looked like thrusting in and out of the owl.

Explains why she's walking funny, though.

He groaned, shaking his head. Not the sort of things that he needed to be thinking about this early in the morning.

Forcing himself to focus on packing up rather than the exploits of the Champion, Mikkel turned his attention back to his tent. He pulled his gloves on a little tighter, jamming his fingers down the fur-lined leather, and started the process of undoing all the ropes and cords. He did his best to make himself look small, hard to see. His own white fur blended into the snow quite well, and the blue tones of the seal-skin around him should have helped with that. Slight, small - barely five feet tall - he should have been all but unnoticed.

And he imagined that he would have been, were it not for the fact that everyone else had already packed up their tent and gotten themselves ready for the day's walk. He was the only one still putting his stuff together.

He was desperately trying to get the ropes all undone and the bones laid out when the bear's shadow fell over him. Mikkel froze, staring down at the blunted black claws at the edge of the bear's toes, not daring to look up. He knew what he'd see; everyone had the same view of the giant when they were on their knees.

"Problem?" Olag asked.

"N-no, Champion."

"Don't call me that."

"Sorry, Cha - I mean, Olag."

The bear yanked the cords out of the ground, something that none of the other warriors in the Splitters could have done, and pulled the bones out of place. He tossed them into a rough pile, shaking his head.

"There."

"Thank you," he muttered, hoping that was all.

"...What's your name?"

Oh no.

"Mikkel," he said, keeping his eyes down.

"Alright, Mikkel...name a prize."

"A...a prize?"

"Hege said I had to get an Ice-Hawk for her. What'll it take for you?"

The hare froze up, his eyes going wide as he stared at the ground and his ears pulled back, sagging and going flat against the back of his head at the same time. A prize...for his body? That was how it worked?

He'd heard that the Champion was no longer just claiming people, not the way that he did back at the village. They'd left that behind as much as they'd left the elders that had been screwing them over back there. The bear hadn't been going tent to tent, doing whatever he wanted the way that he used to.

He hadn't realized that they were being offered prizes, instead.

"Well?" Olag asked. "What's it take?"

"You...you want..."

"Yeah. Looks like you could be fun. Come on. Give me a challenge."

A challenge. Oh, gods, what did one say to that?

Mikkel's mind raced. Olag had led them out of the village, and the Champion was the only thing keeping them alive on this long trek from the old village to the coast. They'd been walking for over a month already, and even by the most generous estimates, they had months more to go to reach the sea. The monsters and spirits that roamed the ice were waiting to take anything that they could get, and more than half of the Splitters believed that they had a chance to die on the way there.

Olag, Champion, the village's sacrifice who had broken all the rules, was the only thing standing between them and a horrifying death. If he asked for too much, then the bear might think that he didn't want to sleep with him - which he didn't know if he did, if he was honest - but if he asked for too little, then it would be done too easily, and -

And he'd heard of what Olag thought of those that asked for something too easy. It was disrespectful to his power as a hunter, warrior, and -

"I'm waiting," Olag said.

"Ice wolves," Mikkel said.

"Heh, now that's interesting. Wolves, eh? How many?"

"Uh, uh, one pack. A whole pack. And bring their pelts back before nightfall."

"Mmmm...you're lucky that you got a good ass, Mikkel. Better be worth it."

The bear's shadow left him, and those big feet walked away, leaving crunched snow in their wake. He breathed in again, shaking his head.

What had just happened? Had he just...

Ice wolves were terrifying predators. They were not merely the snowy-white of the regular wolves, but rather, spirits of ice that had taken hold of wolves and grown them. Their fangs were sharpened icicles, hardened past the point of rare iron. Their claws raked through the earth and snow like sharpened stone, and they stood nearly the height of a man while they were still on all fours. It could take a whole group of warriors to take down just one ice wolf, let alone a whole pack.

He looked up. Olag was already gone, having pointed the Splitters in the direction of their march for the day. The bear was nowhere to be seen.

"Heh...looks like he picked you for tonight."

He looked back. Hege stood behind him, the snow owl wobbling still but smiling as much as one with a beak could. She shook her head.

"It's better than you think."

"I'm not...I'm not sure I'm interested...in males."

"Don't worry. He'll make you interested in him."

Somehow, that didn't make him feel better. He just hoped that Olag would, for once, fail in his little mission.

Olag did not fail. When the last sliver of light was saying its goodbyes, the bear returned, dragging a chunk of ice with no less than ten ice wolf pelts atop it. The hunters among the Splitters seized on them, cheering as they began the work of bleeding them and taking the furs off, while the polar bear fixed Mikkel with a knowing look. He'd fulfilled his part of the bargain, and now, the hare would have to fulfill his.

Oh gods. Oh gods.

While the rest of the Splitters made camp, setting up their scouts and watchers for the night and the cooks started boiling snow for fatty stews, the hare made his way to the Champion's tent. It was a slightly taller, slightly wider tent than the others, made for two rather than for one, and he shivered from the warmth trapped inside. The fur that lined the outside meant that it was much more insulated than his own, and the heat had him sweating after a long day in the frozen wastes.

He knew what was expected of him, though he was still nervous. Hege had been completely out of it when she'd left the tent, and he knew that she'd enjoyed what she'd been put through, but...

Well, she was a female. He was a male. He didn't know how this was going to work, nor had he ever looked at another male with want. Some had, and he knew that the bear liked males as much as he did females -

I don't even know how that works.

But he'd never been in the same situation. How...what...

But the Champion had demanded it, and here he was. The price that he himself had set had been paid, and now he had to honor that agreement.

He took off his furs, laying them in folded fashion at the edge of the bed rolls. He sat down beside them, shaking his head as he tried to imagine how the bear would look at him. He'd said that he had a nice ass before, and perhaps he did. As a hare, he was a wiry sort, slender but corded with hard muscle from his time scouting in the village. He'd learned how to move quick and quiet, running from drift to drift without getting caught by the things that lingered there, waiting for bodies to snatch when there weren't monsters waiting to crunch on their bones.

He bit his lips as he resisted the urge to sit with his knees to his chest. The Champion would want to see him, but how? Laid out like some woman waiting to be bred? Sitting there naked like some companion, someone that dared think that they were the bear's equal? What did he want? What would he require?

His mind was running wild, and he knew that he was not appealing. White fur that had turned to gray around his thighs and stomach lay matted over him in a nervous sweat, his furred toes curling in nervousness, his dangling shaft hardly something to look at.

Mmmph, as if he'd look at that.

It was a small thing, something that a mate would have to forgive rather than embrace at nothing more than three inches. He shivered, his ears hanging lower and lower as he tried to calm himself down and failed.

Finally, the tent flap opened, and he looked up to see the bear himself. The Champion looked down at him, chuckled, and shut the flap behind him.

"Next time, pick something harder," Olag said.

"I...I didn't want to -"

"Wasn't easy, but wasn't that hard, either. Now, ya know what?"

"W-what?"

"You and me? We're gonna have some fun."

He made himself watch as the big bear pulled his loincloth to the side, tossing it to the ground and revealing a cock that hung at seven inches while soft. The head was just barely hidden behind a tight foreskin, and the white-furred balls below the shaft looked like they were close to the size of his fists. Whatever the bear had pumped into Hege the night before clearly hadn't drained them much.

It was hard to look away. He had never looked at another male with any real interest before, but it wasn't sexual stuff this time. It was just...awe.

Mikkel could remember Olag when the bear was a cub, back when he was still being considered as a sacrifice for the village to the spirits for a new Champion. He remembered the kid turning to a teenager, and then being taken to the spirits to become someone to protect the village. He remembered wincing, wishing that there was another way besides giving up the kid and turning him into a ghost-possessed warrior.

And then...Olag had surprised them all. He had gone from teenager to adult, and become stronger than any champion that they'd ever seen before. The bear had surged in height, looming over everyone else, with thick arms and thicker legs, bulges of muscle among the chub that clung to his belly and under his pecs. And most importantly, he was still himself. No spirit stared out those eyes. It was still Olag.

He didn't know how the bear had maintained himself, but it was that strength of will that had him leading the Splitters to the sea, and why they were still following him despite the lack of any sign that they were going the right way. Someone that could hold strong against the ghosts of the world was the only hope that they had.

He looked down again, shivering as the bear put a hand on his head. The pressure forced him to tilt his head back, leaving him almost nose to balls with the bigger man. He shivered, biting his lip, whimpering slightly.

"What's the matter, little guy?"

"I...I..."

"Heh. First time staring someone in the balls?"

"..."

"Ya know, ya gave me something good to do. Ain't everyone that thinks of the whole crew."

"I...I just..."

"Shut up. I kinda like ya. So, I'm gonna give ya a treat before I go hard."

"You - I -"

Olag shoved him, and he fell over hard. The thump of hitting the ground knocked the air right out of him, but before he could do more than wheeze, the polar bear was kneeling in front of him, hands on his thighs and forcing them outward. He coughed, trying to get his air back, but then he felt the heat of warm breath against his cock. Huffing and wheezing, he looked down to see a pink tongue, soft black lips, and then -

"MMMPH!"

He had his dick deep inside the polar bear's muzzle, the size difference between them meaning that it was more than just his soft dick on that tongue. His entire sac had been pulled in with it, leaving him gasping and grabbing the ground for something to hold onto. His hips bucked before he knew what he was doing, and that tongue was dancing all along his cock, teasing it harder, making it twitch and throb with need.

"Mmph...ah...ah..."

Olag's soft chuckle was muffled by the hare's cock, but it didn't matter. That was all the better, the little vibrations of his laughter making it feel somehow even better. He whimpered, moaned, and closed his eyes tightly as he tried to make sense of it all.

He was in the Champion's tent.

He was Olag's bed-mate for the night.

Why was he getting sucked?

Lap, lap, slurp went that long, flexible tongue, and it didn't take long before he was getting harder, stiffer. His little dick didn't get much bigger, going from three to four inches, and he whimpered and blushed as he felt it lying over the bear's tongue. It danced and twitched, oozing pre-cum already.

"Nnngh...O-Olag..."

Why did he sound so pathetic? Oh, right, because he was literally balls-deep in the mouth of the most intimidating warrior that the village had ever had getting his dick fucking sucked. He whined, his balls churning, rising up and falling down, that tongue bouncing his cock up to rub against the ridged roof of the bear's mouth, then letting it fall back down, then up again, and -

"NNNGH!"

He couldn't hold back. The shock, the strain, the fear, the pleasure was too much. He thrust up, not getting far, and his balls jumped off the bear's tongue as he came. Olag kept licking him, drawing out more of his pleasure for nearly twenty seconds before Mikkel sagged back against the bedroll.

As he panted for breath, the bear pulled his head back. The soft slurp sound of his lips coming off the shaft sent a shiver down the hare's spine, and it didn't get better as Olag loomed over him. The bear opened his mouth, letting Mikkel's seed out, leaving it to drool right into the hare's slack mouth.

"Not bad."

"...ah...ah..."

"Swallow, Mikkel."

Olag pushed his mouth closed, and the hare did as he was told, swallowing hard. The taste wasn't as bad as he thought. Not great, but not bad.

"Heh. First timers."

"I..." He groaned, gagging slightly on the gunky consistency of his own seed. "Nnngh."

"Swallow."

He did, three times, and it barely helped. But at least he could talk again after that.

"Ugh...Why..."

"Why not?"

"You're the...the..."

"Call me a Champion, and I'll hit ya so hard that you'll reach the coast before us."

"..."

"I want ya relaxed. Not all fucked up and tense. If that takes a blowjob to get yer head out of yer ass, I'll do it. I'll make ya pay for it later, but I'll do it."

Before Mikkel could process that, the bear was sitting up again, and he had those hands on his legs. The hare was rolled over, his tail pushed up, and those big hands were spreading his cheeks.

Oh gods. Oh gods.

He was still all fuzzy-headed from getting sucked off, and now, he was going to get fucked. He was still processing the fact that he was having sex with another guy, and -

"OH GODS!"

It was a high-pitched scream that ripped its way from his throat as he felt, not a cock, but a tongue working its way between his cheeks. He grabbed the bedroll hard, his eyes rolling back as he felt that slimy thing pushing right against his rim, so hot and so different to the feeling of it working along his own shaft. His eyes went wide as he felt it pushing, grinding, sliding over his pucker, giving him something that he'd never imagined.

It was so wet, so tingly, and it sent such different feelings to his cock. What little softening had occurred was already getting turned around, throbbing up once more.

There was no thought of running away. The massive bear behind him had him in a grip of iron, so fierce and strong that he had no chance of getting his legs freed. He could already feel the thumbs pressing against his cheeks digging in with almost bruising force, and the sloppy, wet sounds of that tongue all but feasting on his ass sent shivers up and down his spine just hearing them. The sheer weight of Olag's presence and the pressure that he exerted on the hare's thighs and cheeks ached, but in such a good way.

His mouth hung open as he felt the tongue finally push past his rim, delving inside of him. He thought it would hurt, but it didn't. It just felt...weird, but only at first. Then it found that button -

"NNNGH!"

He was almost spurting pre-cum over the floor at that point, his eyes rolled back so far that he couldn't see the tent anymore, his cock twitching, his tongue hanging out. The hare's tiny tail was flicking around like mad, and he was drooling.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

And the bear was grunting with each thrust of his tongue, sounding hungry and needy in his own way. Did he love that ass that much?

Mikkel gave up on thinking as that slimy thing shoved its way in time and time again, hitting that little button that kept his cock hard and making him feel so good. Sometimes those fingers were dig in and pull his cheeks apart, or pull back and slap his ass hard enough that he whined in pain and pleasure at the same time, but always it would come back to that tongue digging in and making him moan.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Sloppy and wet, so slimy, so filling. Gods, how was a tongue that big? How did it hit those buttons so well that he wanted to beg for more?

He slumped down, his chest pressed against the ground, his ass high. He didn't even know what he was doing anymore, his fingers spasming as he failed to hold his grip with the ground, and his body was going completely limp. He couldn't think, couldn't move, could barely breathe as that tongue just opened him up, tongue-fucking his ass.

"Ah...ah..."

Spank.

Slick.

Squelch.

That tongue went deep one last time, and he lost control. He moaned out loud as his hole squeezed down, trying and failing to trap that tongue as it kept flicking out, thrusting against his prostate and forcing him to cum again. All over the bedroll, all over himself, strings of white staining the gray fur along his stomach as he just kept going. Thrust, thrust, thrust, milking him, teasing him, pushing him.

He couldn't stop.

He didn't want to stop.

When the orgasm did finally wind down, Olag pulled his tongue back and chuckled. Mikkel was shaking from head to toe, the little fuzzy digits curling, clamping, squeezing against each other in muscle spasms that refused to stop.

"Heh, ain't used to it, are ya?"

"Nngah...mah...ah..."

"Yeah, that should get ya loosened up enough."

Loosened up? What, he wasn't going to -

Smack.

That wasn't a spank that time. His eyes widened as he realized that was a big, fat dick that was laying between his cheeks, heavy, hot, and hard. Just how big was it? He couldn't tell, but the tip was running from the space between his cheeks up to his tail and past it, and his breath caught in his throat as Olag dragged it back, grinding the tip against his hole. He could feel the bear's foreskin sliding back, exposing something that was going to be burning hot inside of him, and -

"AH!"

He gasped as the head just popped in. All the rimming, all the licking had basically soaked his asshole, and the bear's thick tip just pushed right in. He felt the stretch, the burn, but it was lost with the sheer weight of that cock as it pushed inside. The burning stretch along his hole came to a tipping point when the head found that pleasure button that the tongue had been hammering, and Mikkel moaned as the girthy shaft pressed right over it, rubbing and never letting up as it went deeper, deeper, deeper.

"Oh gods...oh fucking...fucking gods..."

The bear was dripping over him, he realized, all the sweat that Olag had built up over the course of the day finally going from frozen to liquid again. The musk from that sent shivers down his spine, and he groaned as he felt like he was getting drenched by it, consumed by it.

Thrust.

Squelch.

"Nnngh..."

Every time that Olag bottomed out in him, he felt his cock jump. Two orgasms already, and he felt like he was rapidly working his way up to a third. How the hell did this feel so good? He was completely trapped here, pulled in, bought and paid for by a bet and price that he hadn't even thought about -

And fuck, it felt good.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Soon, his hole felt like it was loosening, stretching. The slightly painful burn that came from that girth had turned into a proud heat that made him feel like he was something special, something that could take it. He rolled his head back, trying to get on all fours, but his arms didn't want to work. All he could do was lay there with his ass in the air, trusting the bear's greater strength as he was hammered.

Olag's stomach bumped his back from time to time, the slight pudge over the muscle making him feel the size difference between them, the differences. Big and bulky, light and wiry. Top. Bottom.

In.

Out.

He focused on that dark cock, feeling it plunging in, feeling his body just giving in again. Gods, the feeling of just being stretched, the sensation of having that thing so far inside, knowing that he'd been claimed and taken and -

Gods, its so good.

Every thrust, every smack, every moment of pressing down rather than just slamming forward or pulling back added its own thing. That soft stomach against his back, the hard crotch and stiff cock inside him, the sheer girth that held him wide open and made him feel so empty every time that it pulled back -

Squelch.

The heated feeling of all that pre-cum running through his guts as the fuck got faster, longer, more drawn out. Even that messy feeling was something amazing, making him feel like a good, dirty little fuck. Something that the bear wanted. Something that the Champion needed.

Olag was speeding up, and he could feel his balls drawing up for a third time. Did he even have anything left down there? Gods, what was this going to do to him? He panted, feeling the release coming, trying to hold out -

Smack.

Rougher this time, the claws hot through his fur, not cutting, barely scraping. Predator claiming prey.

"AH!"

It was too much for him. He came, thin little streaks of his own seed splattering against him, and as he clenched down, spasming from it one last time, Olag came with him.

"NNNNNNGH!"

The bear's growled roar shook the tent, and the flood that came from his cock shook the hare. His vision went white, and everything went limp at the flood that shot into him. Squirt, squirt, squirt, the heat spreading through his guts, all while he was shivering from his own orgasm. His stomach felt...full, in a way that it never had before, coming from the wrong way. How far was that heat going?

And how...how long...was it going to keep rising?

It turned out to take around two minutes, but by the time he was done, he felt swollen as swollen could be. His hole ached and burned, but in a good way, and the slow pulse of the bear's seed oozing past his gaping rim was not a bad feeling. If anything, he felt oddly proud of having taken it as well as he had.

He laid against the bear's stomach, Olag patting his back and chuckling.

"Ya ain't done yet. Just letting ya know."

"...Do you sleep at all?" Mikkel asked.

"Couple hours."

"..."

"Yeah, ya ain't gonna get much of that tonight."

"Oh gods..."

"Ain't no gods out here."

He felt that it was one of those things, like the word 'Champion,' that were all but forbidden around Olag. He put that out of his mind, focusing on what had just happened. Reaching around to his ass, he rubbed his cheeks, still hardly believing that he'd been sucked, rimmed, and fucked that hard. He was still catching his breath, and they were going to go for more?

How...

There was an easy answer to that question. Olag wasn't normal. With that spirit in him from the sacrifice, he had stamina and strength that defied mortality. He could do things that no normal warrior ever could. That was the point of giving someone to the spirits, allowing that power to have a shell to channel it for the sake of those that offered the sacrifice in the first place.

It was just that, with Olag, the spirit wasn't in charge. The person was. And that meant that all that power was being channeled by someone that had mortal needs rather than immortal whims.

Mikkel didn't think that he was interested in men. Even after all that he had gone through, he wasn't interested in seeking out men to use him, or to see what it would feel like to put his dick in them. He was, however, interested in Olag.

"Why did you want me?" he asked.

"Hmm?"

"You came right over...why did you want me, instead of having Hege again?"

"Eh, she would have made it too easy. I could have any of ya that I wanted, if it came to that. I got ya for bribes back at the village. I could take whatever I wanted, if I didn't care about what it'd do to ya if I did. So, I pick people that'll make me work for it. Ya give me something to do, something to challenge me? Makes me figure out if it's something that's worth working that hard for."

"...My ass was worth ten ice wolves?"

"It woulda been worth twice that, but that was the only pack I could find."

"...Wow."

"Alright, enough talk. Time to get back to work."

"Are you going to -"

"I'll wipe down my dick while you lick the sweat off me. Start at my feet and work your way up."

The End

Summary: A warrior learns what it means to get the attention of Olag, my polar bear character. Set before he meets the Man in Red.

Tags: M/M, Polar Bear, Olag, Arctic Hare, Lapine, Arctic, Snow, Ice, Musk, Sweat, Rimming, Oral, Blowjob, Anal, Size Difference, Domination, Going For It, Cum, Orgasm, Cum Inflation,