Page 22 of Primal Snow

“Please,” I beg, tears streaming down my face. “Please, don’t do this.”

It’s useless.

A thin line of saliva drips from his open mouth, pooling on the ground. Then, his purplish tongue flicks out.

The first lick is tentative, almost teasing—a quick, wet stroke against my collarbone. I shudder, trying to pull away, but it only encourages him. His tongue, impossibly long and textured, drags over my skin, tasting me. It moves slowly, leaving a slick trail as it laps at my breasts, circling my nipples with deliberate care before flicking over them.

“Get that slimy thing away from me!” My desperate scream echoes off the walls, but he doesn’t stop. If anything, the sound spurs him on. I writhe against the bars, twisting in his grip, but he’s too strong. My struggles do nothing but amuse him.

His hand moves lower. Rough, calloused fingers trail down my spine, tracing the gentle curve of my back, leaving a trail of heat and pressure in their wake. My body tenses as his hand dips lower, between the cheeks of my ass, his claws grazing my skin just enough to sting.

I thrash, my movements frantic, but his grip tightens, holding me in place. His thick fingers probe, circling my asshole with unnerving precision. The cold bar presses harder against my clit with each attempt to pull away, sending unwanted sparks of sensation through me.

“Don’t fucking touch me there!” I hiss, my voice raw with desperation, but he only growls, his hot breath rolling over my skin like a predator savoring its prey.

His fingers shift, spreading my pussy lips, his claws firm but surprisingly careful, as though exploring a puzzle he’s determined to solve. He slides them smoothly along my slit, back and forth, and I’m terrified to find myself wet. I can hear just how saturated his fingers get, and forthe life of me, I don’t understand my body’s reaction.

Why am I reacting to his disgusting touch?

Deeply inhaling my scent, he reaches the tight entrance of my pussy and his probing becomes more insistent, more invasive.

“I hate you!” I cry, my voice cracking as I kick out blindly, but my movements are weak against his strength.

His grip doesn’t falter, his eyes narrowing with a dark glint of satisfaction. He’s thrilled.

“You sadistic bastard!”

No reaction.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as his tongue returns, wet and relentless. It drags across my breast, slow and deliberate, the rough texture teasing my stiff, aching buds. The heat of his mouth clamps over one, suckling with greed that sends sharp jolts of sensation coursing through me. His claws rake over my sensitive skin like tiny knives, as his fingertips tease both of my holes, testing, probing, asserting his control.

I’m powerless. A toy in his grasp, trapped in a storm of sensations I can’t escape.

And he fucking knows it.

My body shivers involuntarily at the overwhelming mix of pain and unwanted pleasure. But I won’t go without a fight.

I kick, I thrash, I scream—anything to free myself from his overpowering grip. My nails claw at the iron bars of the cage as I try to twist away from him. But it only makes him growl, low and guttural, a sound that seems to come from the very depths of his chest, vibrating throughthe air like a predator warning its prey to stop resisting.

One of my desperate kicks lands against his emerging cock. It’s an accident, but it doesn’t matter.

He freezes for a moment, his chest heaving, and then his deafening roar shakes the very walls of the cave. The force of it sends a cold chill down my spine, and my struggles falter as sheer terror takes hold of me.

I barely have time to react before he rises to his full height, towering over me like a monstrous god, his massive form blocking out the dim light.

Oh, I fucked up.

Chapter 11

Trembling, I make myself smaller, completely overwhelmed by his dominance. His presence alone is so far removed from anything I’ve ever known that it leaves me breathless.

And then, my eyes fall lower.

His cock stands rigid, fully protruding from the furry white sheath nestled against his crotch. My stomach twists into a knot, and the sheer size and alien nature of the monstrous shaft make my head spin. The heat radiating from it is palpable, a searing warmth that contrasts starkly with the icy air around us. Its navy blue color fades into a deep purple as it stretches outward, at the perfect heightof my chest, slightly curving upward. The head of his cock is the most vibrant, almost magenta, thick and blunt, flaring out in a smooth crown. A tiny hole sits at the very tip, leaking a steady stream of clear pre-cum that drips down his length like a silken trail.

Beneath it, ridges run along the underside, adding texture, paired with engorged veins that pulse visibly. There are also two bulbs. The first is located closer to the base, a massive muscle-bound mass, and the second, just a little higher up, is smaller but still a visible bump, thicker than his shaft. Both throb and swell with each flex of his cock, and his furry balls hang full and tight, aching for release.

He shifts closer, his length sliding between the bars of the cage. His massive hand presses against the small of my back, firm and unyielding, urging me forward with a silent demand. I resist, but he yanks me harder, lining his wide head between my heaving breasts.

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