Page 17 of Primal Snow

“No! Get away from me!” I yelp, hysterical, as it lingers above my breasts. “Stop it! Please!”

But my body betrays me. My nipples are stiff in the icy air, painfully sensitive to its tongue as it dips lower. I shiver at the shocking caress. Its claws flex against my waist, and I can feel the raw power emanating from him, the kind of strength that could crush me without effort. And yet, the beast holds me careful enough not to damage me permanently, as if savoring the moment.

Its growl deepens with each passing second, sending vibrations straight down my body, and my legs twitch involuntarily, my muscles trembling. Yeti picks up on my responses and laps at my nipple almost obsessively. The texture, as alien as it is, makes me feel sensations I’ve never felt before. Sharp fangs graze my flesh as its thin lips close around the taut peak, sucking hard.

“You filthy monster,” I whisper, the fight drainingfrom my voice, leaving only desperation.

The cold feels distant now, eclipsed by the heat radiating from Yeti’s massive form. Its fur brushes against me as it shifts, coarse and thick, unlike the wet, velvety strokes of his tongue. My bare skin, already raw from the biting wind, prickles under the sudden, almost oppressive warmth. It’s inviting, coaxing me into submission, but the creature is nothing but a sadistic savage.

I thrash harder, but its grip is unyielding, claws dimpling my flesh just enough to remind me of the futility of struggling.

“Please! Please, let go of me!”

Yeti only growls in response. It’s not a language, but the meaning is clear: control.

Then I feel something. It’s impossible to miss, though I can’t see much in the dark. A monstrous shaft emerges from the thick fur below the beast’s powerful body.

So it’s ahe.

And his intentions with me are far worse than death.

He rolls his hips instinctively, and the enormous length twitches with an almost animalistic will of its own. Heat radiates from it, unnatural and feverish, cutting through the freezing night air.

My stomach lurches, and I feel bile rise in my throat as terror and disgust coil in my gut. I kick wildly now, fighting harder against his hold, but it’s useless. I’m like a doll to him, utterly powerless in his massive hand, and my attempts to get away only seem to amuse him.

I let out a broken sob, arching against theuncomfortable pull of his claws on my skin. “I’m begging you… stop! I don’t want this! Please! Why don’t you just kill me?”

He ignores my pleas. I doubt he can even understand. His grip shifts, sliding down to close around my thigh as he opens me up.

I gasp. “Don’t…”

Disregarding my begging, he adds his other hand onto the opposite thigh, his claws digging into the tender inner flesh as he spreads me wider. Positioning me exactly how he wants, he pulls me closer to his face, and with an effortless motion, his jagged teeth slash through the flimsy fabric of my bikini, shredding it.

I’m left completely bare. The icy wind kisses the exposed skin between my thighs for a brief, shocking moment before his tongue replaces it with a blazing wet heat. The ribbed surface of his tongue presses firmly against my pussy lips, parting them with its sheer mass. He drags a long, slow line, traveling from the crack of my ass to my clit, leaving a slick, sticky trail in its wake. My entire body jerks involuntarily at the sensation as a ragged moan tears from my throat.

He growls again, softer this time, almost a purr vibrating through me as he tastes me—but it’s a sound of possession. His tongue explores every fraction of an inch with greed, alternating between firm pressure and soft caresses that make my legs twitch uncontrollably.

“No! No! Please, don’t do this, you sick animal!” My voice is shrill and desperate, the words spilling out in a garbled mess, but they seem as useless as my flailing limbs.

He doesn’t stop. If anything, my protests spur him on. His tongue finds my most sensitive spot, circling and flicking my clit with a precision that seems almost impossible for something so wild. A sharp jolt of heat tears through me, and my muscles tense as an involuntary whimper escapes my lips.

The obscene sound of his tongue lapping sloppily against my wetness fills the night air, accompanied by the soft, guttural grunts he makes and louder slurps as if savoring every second. Relentlessly, the ribbed surface drags against my slick folds, probing and pressing until it dips inside my tight little hole. The intrusion sends a fresh wave of panic coursing through me, my hands clutching at his fur in a vain attempt to push him away.

I feel an unfamiliar heat pooling in my core, which amongst all the horror of tonight, is probably the scariest thing—my body, traitorous and weak, receiving pleasure. It terrifies me more than anything else, the way I respond to the merciless rhythm of his tongue as he spreads me wider still. Like a starved predator that wants to consume every drop of my essence.

Tears streak down my face as I shake my head, refusing to acknowledge the sparks of sensation growing into something I can’t suppress. I can feel the steady, rhythmic pull of his mouth, the sharp pressure of his teeth, the insistent probing of his tongue as it dips inside me, drawing out sounds from my throat I barely recognize as my own.

“I hate this… I hate you!” I mewl, twisting around, but he presses my body closer to his, blocking any further movements.

My thighs tremble in his hold as he devours me, driving me to the edge of madness. His claws flex, tightening enough to draw blood, and the pain is almost a relief—a tether to reality. But even that is fleeting as his tongue circles my pulsing clit again in a slow, deliberate motion that sends a shudder through me so violent that my back arches instinctively. I can’t tell if I’m moaning or crying, but it doesn’t matter. There is nothing else, just the beast and the sensations he forces upon me.

He's fully erect now, his mammoth cock stretches skyward directly at the height of my face. The heat radiating from it is palpable, and the musky, feral scent of him invades my senses.

I feel his one hand shift, his massive palm sliding down my spine to rest between my shoulder blades as he steadies me, his control over me absolute. The slick, ribbed texture of his shaft brushes against my face as he jerks his hips closer. Thick and throbbing, the sheer size of it is terrifying, rubbing against my cheek as he tries to draw my attention to his arousal leaking from the flared head.

I can’t stop the scream that tears from my throat. He thrusts again, and the tip smears thick, sticky pre-cum along my jawline. My hands shove weakly at him, fists pounding against the unyielding wall of his fur-covered, muscular torso, but my defiance is nothing to him. He presses closer, insistent, and I can feel the twitching mass pulse against me, the heat radiating from it almost suffocating.

“No! Stop! Please!” I gasp between panicked breaths.

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