Alaska's Frozen Heart
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Chapter 8: When the Land Listens
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 8: When the Land Listens - A legend waiting beneath the snow.
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Paranormal Cream Pie Facial Oral Sex
Friday February 13, 2026
“Hike!” I said in a calm, confident voice.
The dogs moved with controlled strength, all of them settling into a steady motion that wasn’t meant for speed. Siku walked alongside the sled, his limp finally gone. Ethan was gripping the sled’s rail a little too tightly, likely due to nerves. Or perhaps adrenaline? I knew how exhilarating mushing could be.
I could feel Ethan’s body against mine as the sled runners ran across the snow. Every noise was amplified, stripping away the comfort of the station. No more walls or gates; nothing to shield me from what I had done. I felt my heart racing, both over what I was setting out to do and who I was doing it with.
When I had first arrived at the monitoring station, I was too overwhelmed to think much about Ethan. Our shared experiences showed me he was a good man; one I could consider a friend. Then I woke up earlier to him holding me. It felt so nice being in his arms, and hearing him say another person’s name hurt more than I let on.
I shook my head, chasing those thoughts away. Even if something were possible, it wasn’t the time. I had wronged the land and I needed to make it right. Ethan would help me make it right. Ethan, and my dogs. My companions, my partners, my friends.
“You’re really good at this,” Ethan commented at one point.
“The dogs are doing all the work,” I laughed. “You okay?”
“Yeah, this is nice,” he replied. “It would be nicer if I weren’t worried about a polar bear eating us.”
“Oh, hush,” I scoffed. “We both know it wasn’t a polar bear.”
The trail I followed wasn’t a trail in the way many thought of them. It was a path made of memory and instinct, of knowing where the land gave and where it held. The dogs trusted me to read the signs, and I trusted them to tell me when something was wrong.
It didn’t take long. Kimi’s ears went back as she listened to something I couldn’t hear. After another half-mile of traveling, I felt it too. The air was wrong. There was an emptiness to it that made my skin prickle. The wind had died, leaving an unnatural stillness to the world. Even sounds seemed muted, as if being consumed by the land itself.
Siku stopped, and I brought the sled to a halt. All nine dogs froze, muscles taught, their focus snapping forward. Ethan and I both looked around, seeing nothing but tundra, trees, and outcroppings. The snow ahead of us was untouched, with no tracks or broken branches. There was no obvious sign of anything wrong, but my instincts were screaming that we had crossed a line.
“What is it?” Ethan whispered urgently.
My grip tightened on the handlebar. “I don’t know.”
“It’s like...” Ethan started before pausing to gather his thoughts. “Like when you walk in a room and everyone stops talking because of you.”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Exactly like that.”
“We’re trespassing,” he added.
“We keep going,” I said, more to myself than to Ethan. “Slow. No rushing, no challenging.”
“Alasie,” Ethan began, his voice steady and grounded as he looked straight ahead. “It’s real, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I answered, feeling in my heart that the land was listening.
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