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A commission for Ploish. Based on The Clone Wars miniseries (2003).

TWELVE DAYS SINCE THE GHOST HAND

It has not been easy to adjust to this new way of life. But that is to be expected. Nothing has been easy for anyone since the great calamity came upon the Nelvaanian people.

Yaari had been elated - though of course she had not made a spectacle of herself showing it - when the men of her village had returned, thanks to the ghost-handed one foretold by prophecy. But the longer that they were here, the more Yaari knew that something was wrong.

And it was not just their appearance, as strange as their mutated forms now were. They had once been elegant and strong lupine warriors with their grey-green fur and tight, muscular bodies ... much like her own. Now they looked like an entirely different species. Fur so sparsely stretched over their bloated bodies that it scarcely covered them against the waning cold of that damnedably eternal winter, rolls of fat in their incredibly bulky bodies, immense to the point of being unimaginable strength in their left arms ... and entirely missing right arms. But that was as nothing compared to the joy of seeing their return. What bothered her was the emptiness she saw in their bugged-out eyes. There was something missing in them now. She had never before believed the wise man's talk of unseen spirits, but now that she saw the returned men, she feared that what had been done to them had somehow taken their spirits from them.

The men were listless now. They no longer hunted snow beasts on the plains. They no longer dared to climb the high cliffs and raid eggs from the nests of puukoo birds. They no longer stood guard at the village edge, ready to lure away the fearsome giant horax that could destroy the entire village in their beastial rage. Even now, twelve days since they were freed, they still moped about the village as if they had lost all purpose, all sense of who they should have been.

She carried her water jug doggedly on, though, determined to go on as she always had, despite any adversity that came to herself or her people.

Still ... she sometimes thought that she had some of the worst of the adversity. She and her beloved - Anik - had only just been wed when the catastrophe came. He had been an optimistic and devoted lover. But now that he had returned to her, she could hardly get a word out of him. He scarcely ate, and he seldom left the dark confines of their hut.

This did not stop her from carrying on with every necessity of daily life, though. She had done so while all the men were gone, and she would continue to do so now.

At the village well - a large cistern fed from a stream higher on the cliff - she met Naviri, who was already almost done filling her own smaller and more decorated water jug. As Yaari came to dip her own jug in the water, Naviri sighed plaintively.

Yaari's first impulse was to chide her for being a crybaby. The Nelvaanian were a hardy and proud people. They did not _sigh_as disappointed children might do. She held herself back, though. Naviri had been a good friend for many seasons, and not everyone could be as outwardly tough as Yaari herself.

Instead, Yaari looked the slightly older woman directly in her sparkling black eyes. "What troubles you, Naviri?"

"It is nothing, Tribesister."

Yaari gave her a skeptical glare, and Naviri quickly broke.

"It is only... You know the way it was before. The kinds of plans we used to make." She looked around, as if checking to see if anyone was watching them or listening. "I was hoping for another baby. We were trying, the two of us, just before..."

"Before they were taken from us," Yaari said with brutal finality.

Naviri nodded. "And now..." With another sigh, she picked up her water jug again. "Now I do not know... Have you heard of anyone else, you know...?"

Yaari shook her head ruefully.

"I even did the Dance of the Maiden for him!" Naviri said, a whining tone creeping into her voice. "It seemed to help. But every time I touched him or he looked down at himself, he just ... it would not work."

"He will come around," Yaari said with far more conviction than she felt. "I am sure of it. They just need a little more time."

"You really think so?"

Closing her eyes, Yaari breathed deeply of the slowly warming air. "The prophecy of the Ghost Hand has come to pass, and the long winter is finally ending. Soon the spring will come, and we will be fertile once more. I am sure of it. Trust me, Naviri."

Naviri's eyes went wide. "Do you mean... Has Anik...?"

"I am sure he's hungry," Yaari said instead of what Naviri so desperately wanted to hear.

"Yes." She nodded. "They are so big now ... such appetites."

What? Was her husband eating? Did that mean there was something wrong with Anik in particular, that he would not eat? Yaari said nothing about this, not wanting to disturb the fragile confidence she had fostered in the other woman. "Yes," she lied, "and once I get this water home, I will get a good soup stirring on the fire."

"I will leave you to it," Naviri said with a smile ... one of very few smiles Yaari had seen in some time. It was worth a small lie to see a smile like that again.

As she carried her water home, Yaari wondered, though. Would the tribe survive if an entire generation of males would not reproduce? Their village did still have some young boy children - ones who had been too young to be taken - but was that enough? Would there be any more children for years and years to come? Would she never have children to raise and to hold? And how much of their culture would be lost if the fathers of these children do not teach them the ways of the Nelvaanian people? Something must change, she thought solemnly, or their way of life may yet be lost.

She carefully balanced her water jug as she ducked back inside her two-room hut. Wasting not a moment's time, she brought it to the corner where she did her washing, wetting the soiled tunics so that the embedded grime of hard living would be soaked and softened when the time came to wash it away.

As she swished the clothes around in the water, she looked over her shoulder. Yes, Anik was still there, exactly where he had been when she left: sitting on the floor, leaning against the back wall of their hut. His eyes stared out at nothing ... if that nothing was far, far away.

Like all the men after their transformation, he was enormous, easily larger than four or five normal Nelvaanians. His now-grotesque face held only the slightest hints of what he formerly looked like: his long, black hair still parted in the same way it once had; despite the changes to his muzzle, it was still shorter and more upturned than most; and he still had that notch in his left ear, the one from the time when a puukoo bird had returned to its nest while he was still harvesting its eggs. She could hardly recognize him under the layers of bulging muscle and fat, and even though she knew it distressed him, she could not stop looking at the decorative shield covering the stump of his right arm.

"You know, you could help me with this," she said with a hint of the tart playfulness with which she once treated him.

He started to get up - he actually moved! - but as soon as he looked down at himself, he sighed and thumped back down onto the floor.

It hurt Yaari to see him like this. He had almost come out of it - she'd seen him! Perhaps if she could only entice him a little more...

She took off her shawl, adding it to the wash even though it was not yet very dirty. Underneath, she wore only a thin dress, one that would show her figure through it easily.

It did attract Anik's attention. His tired eyes turned toward her.

Oh, did he like that? She shifted her hips a little from side to side, then bent completely over, raising her rear toward him as she messed about with the wet clothes.

Anik was definitely watching her. She could feel his eyes on her.

And she would take full advantage of this moment. Lifting up one of the wet sheets, she deliberately smeared it over her breasts, wetting the fabric of her dress.

When she turned back toward him, his eyes widened and he leaned closer.

She looked down at herself, then gasped in mock indignation at how her nipples were so clearly showing through the thin wet fabric. "Hey! It is not as if I wash clothes only for your amusement!"

Anik looked away, actually blushing.

Turning back toward her clothes, Yaari grinned secretly. It pleased her to see him once again taking notice of her body. And perhaps not all hope was yet lost.

EIGHTEEN DAYS SINCE THE GHOST HAND

Yaari slowly and gently rubbed the village wise man's special ointment onto the stump of Anik's right arm. Already the wound was beginning to look more like a scar. Parts of his skin were even beginning grow fur back again. They healed so fast now! It must be another effect of the transformation. She ran her ointment-coated fingers through the sparse fur around his stump, then higher, through the fuller, uninjured hair of his upper arm.

His bulging eyes turned toward her, with an unfathomable look in them. His face was so hard to read these days.

Daringly, she ran her hands higher, up the obscenely swelling muscle of his upper arm, all the way up to his shoulder - it was about as high as she could reach, even with him sitting on the floor. It brought back memories of how she used to touch him in the times before, how much she'd enjoyed feeling his warm muscles under his soft fur. The fur was more wiry now, but the muscles underneath were still warm.

It would not do to have this go to his head, though. "You know, you could do this yourself if you would only try," she lightly scolded him. "You still have one good arm."

He reached for her with that good arm. His huge, meaty hand touched her shoulder, slid down her back a little, as if petting her.

She shivered, and she was not certain why. The feeling of that enormously oversized hand on her was disturbing ... but it also felt very nice to have that stroking attention again. It had been such a long time since anyone had touched her in this way.

Anik's eyes bulged a little wider. His hand slid down to her ass, squeezing it through her dress.

Oh Sky Mother, Yaari thought, is he really going to do it? He was so huge he could grab both cheeks of her ass in one hand. Which was just as well, since he only had the one hand, was it not? Her body responded to his touch, no matter how alien it now felt. Her back arched, and she felt a slick heat between her legs that had long been absent.

Slowly, with endearing gentleness, Anik lifted her. He was so strong! He effortlessly lifted her up with just the one hand gripping her ass through the dress. Closer and closer Yaari came to her Anik's face. Almost close enough to kiss.

His face, though... What had they done to him? His front teeth jutted from his mouth at odd, mole-like angles. His eyes protruded up from his skull like insects emerging from the soil. Multiple flabby chins melded together with his neck in an indeterminable fleshy mass.

She could not help it - she winced at the sight of him.

And what was worse, he _saw_that wince. It did not matter that his face was difficult to read now. The hurt and the despair were plain to see inside of him. Slowly, he set her back down on the dirt floor of their hut.

Yaari pulled away as if it were her idea to do so. "What were you doing? I am trying to care for your wound!"

She wondered, though, whether the real wound - the one inside his heart - would ever heal.

TWENTY-ONE DAYS SINCE THE GHOST HAND

In the private back room of the hut, Yaari tried to think of anything else but how cold she was. The long winter was ending, and there was a roaring fire in the main room of the hut, but this bathwater was frigid. It made her nipples stand out on her breasts like tiny spearpoints, and no matter how much her fur tried to stand on end and fluff up, the cold water matted it closely down against her body. Still, it was not as if she had never suffered through such things before. She just had to hurry and wash herself so she could get dry and get warm soon.

It was not until Anik came in from the other room in the hut, staring at her, that she truly succeeded in thinking about anything other than the cold.

Was he truly showing interest in her once more? Did he truly still want her? She took a chance and presented herself, getting down on her knees inside the shallow washbasin, raising her ass for him and showing him every secret place she had to offer. Surely he would come to her now!

But he did not. He stayed there in the doorway, blankly staring at her. He shuffled slightly, dithering, but he moved neither forward toward her nor back through the doorway.

"Well," she said, growing annoyed with his reticence, "Why are you coming in here if you do not want me?"

No response. He still only stared at her.

She got up and turned around, facing him down. "Who even said I wanted you? I didn't!"

That seemed to make Anik shrink ... as much as someone as huge as him could shrink. He glanced away from her, looking hurt.

Yaari breathed a deep sigh. This was not his fault. Things had been done to him. Terrible things. It was her place to help him heal, not to berate him for his scars, whether they be on the outside or on the inside.

"Did you want to wash?" she asked, hoping to bring him back around. Even though the washbasin was obviously far too small for his bulk, she could still wet some rags and wash him with those.

He nodded slightly.

Well, good... At least he was putting some effort into being presentable, rather than waiting for her to force it on him.

She stepped out of the basin, still naked and dripping, and reached down for a washrag.

Anik's eyes widened as she approached him. He reached out his good arm toward her, his huge fingers questing for her.

Rather than let him touch her wet fur, she grabbed his arm and began to wash it. She scrubbed the water through his fur, up the heavily muscled arm, in a very businesslike, no-nonsense way.

As she worked her way up his body, up to his shoulder, he seemed to relax somewhat. Washing the huge curves of his chest and the massive girth of his belly required her to get very close to him indeed, though ... so close that she ended up feeling something hard against her naked leg.

She looked down, gasped.

There was a massive_bulge in his loincloth - the only clothing the males still consistently wore. She had of course seen his enormous flopping cock and bulbous balls already on the previous times she'd washed him, but she had never seen the size it could reach when _erect.

"You should not become excited," she chided him. "This is only a wash."

Despite saying that, though, she smiled as she untied the loincloth and pulled it off of him.

Oh Sky Mother - the size of it! Ugly and brutish as the rest of him, his shaft towered up from between his chubby legs, nearly as long as her arm and just about as thick.

Without so much as thinking about it, she began to scrub him there as well, cleaning out every crevice and contour. But it was all peripheral. It was merely something she did on the way to her true goal. Finally, she did it. She grabbed his gargantuan cock through the rag, beginning to scrub up and down in a way intended more to excite than to clean.

Anik certainly seemed to sense her intentions. With his one good hand, he reached up and caressed her wet, naked breasts. With her own free hand, she reached down between her legs, beginning to touch herself and finding a warm wetness down there rather than cold.

It was not taking long. He must have been so sensitive in this new form. But she knew well the labored breathing, the extra swelling in his shaft, the slight reddening of his face. He was not far now from reaching his orgasm.

Abruptly, she stopped. "I told you, this is only a wash," she said, playfully slapping him in the cock with her washcloth. Secretly, though, she very much hoped that this teasing would draw out the old Anik she knew, that it might bring him back to her.

TWENTY-TWO DAYS SINCE THE GHOST HAND

Yaari lay awake alongside Anik on their sleeping pallet. She still had yet to finish making a new one. This one was too small for them now, too small for Anik. Scarcely half his body shared the pallet with her; the rest of him was on the cold dirt floor. And yet it was still crowded. She still pressed tightly against his good arm.

The pre-dawn light was already beginning to filter in through the hut's tiny round window. It was not worth the effort for her to try to seek slumber again. She would wake with the dawn and once again head out to gather food for the village, just like every day.

Now, though, there were fewer blankets and furs covering the two of them. They were no longer needed now that the long winter was truly breaking. Only one thick and well-decorated blanket draped over them. It had been a gift to them on their betrothal day. Such days seemed so long ago now.

Anik twitched - a huge, jerking motion that would have woken her had she not already been alert.

But he did not awaken. He still snored loudly. It was some kind of dream that made him move. She did not know about the other men of the village, but she knew that Anik suffered from many bad dreams lately.

Though ... perhaps _this_dream was not such a bad one after all. Because there was his enormous cock again, forming a point in the heavy blanket like a thick tent pole.

What was Anik dreaming about? Could he be dreaming of the old times, of her?

She wanted to touch it. The impulse surprised her, but it did not go away easily. As large and grotesque as it now was, it was Anik's cock. Why should she not want it? Stealthily, she reached across his bulging belly and touched the warm mass of his cock through the loincloth.

His snores stuttered for a moment, then continued. He still slept.

Touching it was only further igniting Yaari's curiosity. It made her want to touch it more, to see it more closely, to fully enjoy Anik's new cock, now that she was not so utterly shocked by its appearance.

Silently, she slipped completely down underneath the blanket. It was easy enough to untie his loincloth and slip it off of him. And even though it was _very_dark underneath the blanket, the morning light was growing, and she could still see hints of his massive, veiny shaft. Scarcely daring to breathe, she reached out and touched it.

His cock throbbed all on its own, responding to her delicate touch.

Grinning to herself, Yaari pulled the hem of her sleeping tunic up and began to touch herself with one hand as she stroked him firmly with the other. Yes! This was how things were supposed to be, almost like the way they would toy with each other so illicitly even before their betrothal.

Without so much as a thought, she drew closer and closer still to his cock. Oh, the smell of him! It was strong_down here under the blanket ... but not unpleasant. Despite his grotesque appearance, he was well-washed thanks to her. His clean and overwhelmingly masculine scent had her body reeling, and it had her quickly-moving fingers between her legs _soaking. She was so close to him now. Could she...? Why should she not?

First, Yaari just dared one small lick up the front of his shaft. Again, he stirred, but he did not wake - his snores resumed.

Perfect. Her fingers plunged into herself, and she began properly servicing his cock, running her lips and tongue lovingly up and down his shaft while caressing his balls with her hand. She had to do this one at a time. His balls were too large, and just one of them more than filled up her entire hand.

And when she actually lifted the blanket so that she could take him _inside_her mouth, she moaned to herself as she felt the hot mass of it instantly fill her. She could only get a small portion of his cock inside her mouth, but she gleefully bobbed her head down on what she could manage, using her hand to stroke the rest.

Once again, she found him quickly nearing his climax. This time she could tell by the tension in his legs as well as the additional swelling of his cock. She could fit even less of his length in her mouth now, but that did not matter. The important thing was that she was making him feel good, that he appreciated her once again, even if it was in his sleep.

She was not far behind him, her fingers twirling around her most sensitive place, churning inside her. Her own legs trembled with the strain, with the dimly remembered struggle to achieve orgasm.

It came to her first, making her moan even more throatily around his cock. Her body shook, and new stains dripped down onto the sleeping pallet. And through it all, she kept her mouth firmly planted on Anik's cock, kept stroking him and giving him exactly what he needed to...

His hips bucked upward from the sleeping pallet, inadvertently forcing more of his cock into her mouth, plunging it into her throat. And at that very same moment, it erupted with cum. It pulsed down her throat in one-two-three powerful streams before she even managed to pull her head back at all, giving her a head start in swallowing his thick load. Instantly, her mouth was awash with thick sticky cum again, blasting into her mouth faster than she could swallow it.

And it tasted ... sweet? Delicious, actually! Oh, the strange ways fate smiles upon her - one strange blessing of the transformation was that it somehow made Anik's cum taste_wonderful_.

The blanket slipped off of her, and she looked up along the hill of Anik's belly, her eyes sparkling with awe at this new discovery, despite the thick coating of cum covering her entire face.

Even as his cock pumped the last few dollops of cum into her mouth, Anik looked back down at her, fully awake. He must have awoken at some point. When? She had not noticed the lack of his snoring. She had been too greatly occupied with other things.

She gazed lovingly up at his new face, slowly pulling off of his cock and wiping her smiling lips. Was it just her imagination, or was he actually looking down at her smugly?

"I was only..." She struggled to come up with something. "It was just there, okay?" She pulled the blankets back on over both of them ... without bothering to put his loincloth back in place. "Go back to sleep! It is too early to wake."

His arm wrapped around her, holding her close ... and despite herself, she snuggled up against him. So big and so warm. It actually felt nice. She could grow to like this big soft body of his.

TWENTY-THREE DAYS SINCE THE GHOST HAND

Anik had actually left the house today. All on his own, without her goading him or pushing him or leading him by the hand.

He had not truly hunted. He had only walked around in the forest while holding his spear. Even when animals showed themselves, he showed no interest in chasing them or throwing the spear.

But Yaari was still fascinated to see him out and doing something. It was, perhaps, a sign that the old Anik was on his way back, that things might yet improve.

She knew all this, of course, because she had followed him, using all the woodscraft she knew in order to remain hidden, and she had secretly watched him the entire time. It was not an honorable thing to do, no, but it was necessary. She had to know if Anik was finally coming back to her in spirit as well as in flesh.

Once he had headed back toward the village - thankfully at his slow, ambling pace - she hurried around the long way to get back to the hut before him. Because, after all, she had a plan for him now.

Despite her unseemly rush, she only barely managed to make it home before he did. The long way back to the village was indeed long. She had forgotten just how long it truly was, since she did not often use it.

Once home, she rushed to prepare herself, knowing she had only moments to spare. She quickly threw her clothes into the corner, stripping completely nude in mere seconds. Then she grabbed the empty washbasin, holding it as if she was carrying it to the back room of the hut in order to bathe herself.

And then she just stood there, completely nude and holding that pose.

Soon, Anik would come home. He would find her like this. And what would he do? Her limbs tensed with anticipation, and her pussy dripped down her thigh. Perhaps today would finally be the day.

Before long, Anik _did_come home. As soon as the door curtain dropped back down behind him, he dropped his spear to the dirt floor and stared at her, his mouth gaping.

Yaari feigned shock and indignation at being interrupted on her way to bathe herself. "Oh! So you have finally returned?"

She bent down and whipped a spare shawl off the floor, using it to cover herself loosely.

Slowly, tentatively, he came closer. His eyes never left her. They did not so much as blink.

Watching him closely, her eyes darting over his body to take in every slight movement, she slowly uncovered herself again. Now she stood naked before him, allowing him to drink in the sight of her with his bulging eyes.

Anik reached down and grabbed his loincloth. He ripped it from his body, allowing his half-hardened cock to spring free.

It took Yaari's breath away to see that massive slab of cock swinging side to side. She looked up at him. "Anik..."

He grabbed her, pushing her toward the sleeping pallet, his erection growing between the two of them. And she did not resist. But when he pushed her down onto the pallet, looking like he was ready to lunge on top of her, she shouted.

"Anik! What are you doing? Are you crazy? You will crush me!"

Suddenly, he became unsure of himself, backing away and holding his enlarged hand in front of him as if to ward her off.

No! Yaari was not about to lose him this way! Moving as swiftly as the winter wind, she leapt from the sleeping pallet and grabbed Anik by his most vulnerable place - his balls.

With that grip, she had complete control over him, and she used it to turn him around and back him toward the sleeping pallet. It only took one swipe of her feet to knock him off balance and drop him onto his back. And even with the pallet softening the blow, the force of him landing there caused a tremendous thud. Probably enough for the whole village to hear.

Let them hear it. Let them wonder what it meant. Yaari did not care if they all guessed the true meaning - this was a thing to celebrate, and she was about to celebrate it in her own way: by climbing atop of Anik, scaling him like a mountain cliff.

His cock still stood upright and erect, perfectly in position. Her pussy dripped eager juices of anticipation down onto his tip as she positioned herself above it.

He stared at her - not at her nude body, not down between her legs where she suspended herself just above the tip of his enormous cock ... into her eyes. "Yaari..."

She had to stop her eyes from welling up. No! This was no time for tears! Struggling to keep hold of her emotions, she reached out and touched his face, running her fingers lovingly across his cheek. And she lowered herself onto his tip.

It felt so massive_against her. Was this even going to fit inside her? How could it? But she was determined to try. And as alien as Anik's eyes now looked, gazing into them gave her the strength, the _love to do it. With a deep breath to steel herself, she began to push downward.

Her pussy lips parted, sliding slowly over his broad tip. That first push managed only to open herself around him. He still was not even properly inside her.

But she was getting so wet down there. More than she had ever felt before, even in the heady days of her first romance with him. Was it because she was at the receptive point of her cycle? The timing was right. Or was it the long wait for his return, finally gratified? Or was it the sound of her name, once again on his lips?

"I love you, Anik," she said as she pushed down again, beginning to slide his cock fully into her. "I always will."

She _stretched_around his massive girth, her entrance straining tightly around his shaft. Never had she felt so full. And still there was more of him sliding into her. She lifted herself up slightly, then lowered even farther down, beginning a pattern that would take her to her limit, even as her legs trembled from the strain.

Anik must have been feeling it as much as she, to judge by the deep moans he made. She planted her hands against his chest, feeling the deep, booming sound as much as she heard it.

It did not take her long to find her limit. She stopped when she felt the tell-tale pinch deep inside of her, of Anik's tip bludgeoning against her innermost barrier. She yet had less than half of his huge cock inside her, but that would have to be all. If she attempted more, she would only hurt herself and accomplish nothing.

What she _could_do, though, was to start rocking back and forth above his lap, churning herself over what little of his cock she was able to take, making it stir inside her and move against her inner walls. Her breaths came in deep, needy gasps. She had never felt her body respond so strongly before. Was it just the massive size of him, or was there something more?

It did not matter. What mattered was that he was hers for the taking once more, and she would take him well. She moved perfectly on top of him, despite her limited experience, despite having no_experience with anything the size he was now. Still she had to be careful, and she often went too deep by accident, feeling that pinch once more. But she could foresee a day when she became good at this, when keeping him at just the right depth would come naturally to her, when she could truly enjoy this without needing to concentrate so hard. Because it _was hard to concentrate. His warm cock created waves of pleasure that ran through her entire body, warming her completely. She could not wait to be filled by him even more; she drove herself recklessly toward his orgasm, toward their future, massaging his shaft with her needy inner depths.

Anik's one good hand wandered upward, briefly fondled her chest. His enormous fingers dwarfed her chest, letting him gently pinch one entire breast between the surprisingly delicate touch of two fingers.

But that was not his ultimate goal, it seemed. His hand slid down her slender body, eventually coming all the way down to bend around the curve of her ass. There, he gripped her tightly, beginning to help her move, aiding in her rhythm. And to show that he had not become some mindless beast, he was actually aiding her in avoiding going too deep, holding her up when she inadvertently dried to press downward too far. He cared for her, even in the throes of passion.

Smiling down at him, Yaari caressed his chest with her hands. It was so good ... _too_good! She could already feel the tingling pressure of becoming overstimulated. If she kept on like this, she would lose control!

This was not a problem, though. All she needed to do was slow down a little.

But it seemed Anik did not want her to slow. He wanted more. Releasing her ass, he instead grabbed her narrow waist. His huge hand encircled almost her entire body. And once he had that hold on her, he used it.

He was not cruel, nor even rough. But he did _not_allow her to slow down and avoid overstimulation. With urgent jerking motions, he moved her up and down effortlessly, as if using her as an object to masturbate with, and yet he still did not penetrate too deeply. He did not hurt her.

That overstimulation was unstoppable now. Yaari moaned loudly - loud enough for the neighbors to hear. She could not stop herself. The bursting star of sensation deep inside her _required_an outlet. Already, her whole lower body seemed enveloped in a glowing fog of it, and it was quickly spreading, overcoming her. The impossible pressure of it! How could she take this?

She orgasmed on his cock, her tightly strained pussy spraying his round crotch and heavy balls with her uncontrolled squeezing. "Anik!" she screamed, overcome with it.

Anik _Slammed_her down on himself, deep enough to hurt her this time, had she not been well beyond the capacity to feel pain. And he held her there firmly. His gargantuan cock spasmed hotly inside her.

She could feel it instantly - the hot surge of cum entering her, filling her to the brim. Merely the first spurt of it was more than her womb had ever seen in all her days, and that was quickly followed by an even larger second.

Yaari's orgasm redoubled, and she completely lost control, her legs giving out and letting her fall down onto his cock as far as it was physically possible to go, until the upward pressure of his cock itself was what held her up. The pain of that was covered completely by the mind-bending and long-delayed pleasure she now felt. She gave herself to it, to him, letting come what may, even as his excess seeped from between her pussy lips and his shaft in long, slow pulses.

It was not until Yaari was completely spent, her body slowly cooling, that the heavy pulses of Anik's cock inside her began to slow. She felt so full inside, so stretched ... so warm.

His hand came up to caress the side of her face. She kissed his thumb. The last few pumps of cum flowed into her. Even these last dregs alone would be more than Anik could have ever produced in the times before. Would this better ensure conception? Was it another hidden blessing of the transformation? Only time would tell.

For now, she climbed his mountainous belly until his softening cock slipped out of her, until she was lying atop him, looking down into his face.

Already she was beginning to feel a deep soreness inside her, and she knew she would be regretting the ferocity of their joining for many days to come. For now, though, she did not care. Nor did she care about the new grotesqueries of his body, nor his bizarre face. He was her Anik, and he always would be.

Lowering her head toward him, she kissed him for the first time since his return. He nuzzled her back, just as he once had.

THREE HUNDRED AND FIVE DAYS SINCE THE GHOST HAND

After the spring and the summer, winter had come to the Nelvaanian people again. But a natural one this time. A time for coming together. As was the custom, the women gathered in the largest of the communal huts to assist one another in the great task of shelling the winter store of pukeel nuts out of their long green sheaves ... and to pass the gossip from one to another while the men were away hunting.

It warmed Yaari's heart to see them all going out to hunt again. Even with only one arm each, they still managed to bring home more beasts than they had in the old days. This winter would be a fat one.

But what truly brought her the most joy right now was her infant son, Raami. He had been born only ten days ago, and already he was the darling of every woman in the hut. Yaari spent more time graciously showing him to the inquisitive women than she spent shelling.

Naviri held a finger out to him, which he grabbed onto curiously, letting out a little cooing sound. She looked at Yaari longingly. "How wonderful it is to have hope for the future again!"

"The first born since the transformed men returned," an older woman across the room said, "and perfect in every way. The changes have not passed from father to son, thank the Sky Mother!"

"Thank the Sky Mother," many of the women repeated, including Naviri. Privately, she leaned down and whispered, "Such a miracle."

Yaari smiles reached out to rub Naviri's largely pregnant belly, visible as it was even through the other woman's thick winter cloak. "And many more miracles to come," she assured.

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