Alaska's Frozen Heart
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Chapter 9: The Part That Was Left Out
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 9: The Part That Was Left Out - 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
It had been an act of survival. It might have been necessary, but I had still taken from the land. That debt weighed heavily on me as I approached the charred remains of the fire. I crouched and pressed my gloved hand against the ground. The cold reached through my glove, making my skin tingle. Moments later I felt warmth, as if the fire were still burning.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath as I waited for a sign. I continued squatting, my hand resting on the ground while I attempted a spiritual bond with the land. Several minutes passed in silence before the air shifted, gaining a familiarity to it that made me feel like I belonged. Somehow, I could sense the movement through the ice and snow. No, the movement with the ice and snow.
I opened my eyes as it stepped forward. The Tornit’s pale gray-white fur glimmered beneath the sun, its long limbs flowing over the snow. Its eyes were dark and calm, seeming to hold centuries of memory and experience. My heart was racing as I felt my world shrinking until it was just the two of us. The two of us and the ten feet of land separating us.
“It’s ... it’s you,” I whispered softly.
The Tornit tilted its head slowly, studying me the way a parent studies a child who has done something foolish but honest. It lowered itself, crouching as it folded its claws under its massive hands. Even squatting it was taller than Ethan, and its entire body was rippling with powerful muscles. There were ragged patches of fur on its limbs, but it didn’t make the Tornit look unhealthy. If anything, it gave the impression of something that would last as long as the land itself.
My guilt didn’t vanish, but I felt like the Tornit understood what I had done. I went over what I knew, and what I had guessed. The story said the Tornit all left, never to be seen again. Ethan was right; even the supernatural followed rules. Where did they go? Why were none of them ever found?
Tears formed in my eyes and my chest tightened when I realized our previous guess was correct.
“The others...” I breathed. “They’re gone?”
Its eyes flicked toward the horizon as the weight of loss pressed on me. The tribe had vanished long ago, the land keeping the secret. The stories I heard as a child, the tales Grandma told; they were written by the Inuit. Why would anyone tell the history of their shame? No, they would leave that part out. I couldn’t explain how I knew, but I could see the real story in the Tornit’s eyes.
This Tornit had borrowed the kayak, and it was wrong. Yet, it was the spark that led to war. The sole survivor, the Tornit had become one with the land. It had slept for hundreds, thousands of years. When it went from something natural to something supernatural, I didn’t know. Maybe there really was a supernatural element to all life, and maybe I had crossed into it without realizing.
I sank to my knees in the snow, my gloved hands pressing into the cold. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
It took a step closer, watching me curiously. Then it extended one enormous hand, holding it out in a gesture that made it clear to me that I could fix things. I could show I understood, show I cared for and respected the land. My pack contained small offerings I had brought: trinkets, fabrics, symbols from the land.
“I can try,” I began softly before correcting myself. “No. I can make this right.”
The intelligence in its eyes was undeniable, the wisdom of something that had outlived its people, lasting for centuries. I could feel the sadness, the loneliness. The Tornit was the memories of the land. It knew of ancient crimes, yet it didn’t seek revenge. It wanted understanding, balance. For the first time, I understood what I had to give in return.
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