Page 23 of Primal Snow

My breath hitches as the heat of his body surrounds me, his scent—a mix of musk and something wild—filling my senses.

“I’m not your toy! Just let me be!” I whine, my fists lashing out to push him away, but it’s all for nothing. My hands are bound and his stomach muscles are as firm as concrete.

Still, he’s annoyed with me. His claws dig low on my side, blood pooling beneath, as he snarls in a frenzy.

Once I settle down under the sharp pain, he rocks his hips forward, his cock brushing against my chest, smearing my skin with his slick arousal. The warmth of itcaresses my chilled body and an involuntary shiver runs down my spine.

I hate him.

“Just fucking kill me already. Eat me for all I care! But don’t force me to do this,” I sob, confused as to why he’s so adamant about wasting his time with me.

Then, gasping in horror, it finally hits me.

My dream… it was that moment. Back in the woods on the mountain where I slid off the track. That’s where he first saw me. I wasn’t crazy. Or paranoid. This whole time, I wasright. He was there, I’m sure of it now. He caught my scent and stalked me from there, following us to the cabin.

The moose on the road. Chase. My friends dying one by one. All of it happened because ofme.

I look up at him—God, he’s huge—and the raw, untamed hunger in his eyes confirms what I already know.

He wants me. All of me. Every part of me.

As much as I despise it, it gives me some sort of comfort—I’m useful to him as long as he wants something from me.

Of course, whether I consent or not isn’t something that concerns him. In true caveman fashion, he’s probably primitive enough to not even be familiar with the concept at all. But it still gives me the upper hand. At least, for now.

I could scream. I could beg for him to let me go. I could try to fight, but I know damn well it’ll do nothing. He’s a monster. I’m just a human. So what if instead Ijust… embrace it?

I shudder, disgusted with myself for even entertaining the idea. But I know what I need to do to survive.

Swallowing hard, I let my arms press inward, closing him between my firm, perky tits. His guttural grunt of satisfaction is immediate, as he begins to move.

The first thrust is tentative, his girthy shaft sliding through the narrow gap with a slick motion. I can feel all the bumps and grooves catch slightly against my prickled skin, each one sending jolts of sensation through me as his pre-cum coats my chest in a warm, sticky sheen.

He picks up the pace quickly, his hips rocking forward with more urgency, thrashing against the bars and shaking the entire cage. Each thrust is accompanied by a low, animalistic growl as he gets more and more into it.

The force of his movements makes my legs quiver, the rhythm of his cock relentless, as the wet sound of his arousal fills the air, mingling with his grunts and the sharp, shallow gasps I can’t hold back.

And then, his massive hand tangles in my hair, gripping it tightly in his fist. He stills my head, tilting it upward, and I’m met with the sight of his wild, black eyes burning with lust. With his other hand, he grips the thick base of his cock, the veins bulging under his fingers as he guides it upward.

The leaking head glides over my lips, coating them with his pre-cum. The warmth of it is shocking, and I inhale sharply, my breath mingling with his potent musky scent. He moves it slowly, deliberately, and the motion is a silent demand for my compliance. My lips part hesitantly, my heart pounding as his growl deepens,vibrating through the air like a low, thunderous warning. I don’t know what’s worse—the fear or the feeling that he’s doing this because he can… because he wants to claim me in every way.

The tip presses forward, insistent, testing my limits. With tears in my eyes, I flick my tongue around the crown, collecting his sticky essence. It’s unexpected, pleasant like melted mint hard candy—sweet but with a sharp, lingering aftertaste that tingles against the roof of my mouth. His growls shift to something softer, almost a rumble of approval, as he tilts my head further back, ensuring there’s nowhere for me to retreat. My body is taut, trembling under the strain of his control, every nerve stretched to its breaking point as he pushes forward again. The flared head of his cock forces its way past my lips, prying them wider, and I feel the overwhelming stretch in my jaw as he inches deeper. The thick ridges drag against my tongue, their alien texture unyielding, while his unique, minty taste floods my mouth.

A muffled whimper escapes me, vibrating against him, and he growls wildly in response. His hand tightens in my hair, pulling rough enough to make my scalp sting, and he uses the grip to guide me, forcing my head forward past the first firm mass until the blunt tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. I gag reflexively, my throat convulsing around him, but he doesn’t relent.

Instead, he yanks my head back, then pushes me forward again, his movements growing more urgent with each passing second. The stretch is relentless, his thick girth filling my mouth completely, his sweet pre-cumspreading through my senses like a burst of refreshing air on a hot day, yet settling down with an undercurrent of heat, leaving a comforting warmth behind. I struggle to keep up as he begins to move at a steady pace, guiding my head with brutal, commanding motions. My lips glide wetly along his length, my spit mingling with his flowing arousal as it drips down my chin, the slickness easing his demanding pace.

Faster and faster, he drives me lower down his shaft, his hips beginning to rock in time with the bobbing of my head. The ridges of his cock catch against the roof of my mouth, sending faint shocks of sensation through me, and my throat aches from the effort of taking him so deeply. Each thrust pushes him farther until the head nudges into the tight, resistant space of my throat. The sudden pressure is overwhelming and I begin to choke, my vision watering.

His raw growls thicken in an unrestrained need, and I can feel the tremors running through his massive body as he nears his peak. My chest is heaving with every desperate attempt to take in air around the length that fills my mouth and throat. My gag reflex flares again as he holds me there, buried to my full potential with his second knotty bulb resting flush against my lips. His claws tighten in my hair to keep me steady, and I feel his cock swelling, then the deep pulsing along his length.

It doesn’t take long.

He shudders violently, his entire body going rigid, and with a deafening roar that echoes through the cave, he erupts. Scalding heat floods my mouth, thick andpowerful, the sudden rush forcing me to swallow reflexively. The taste is stronger now, like a sugary spearmint tea, leaving a cooling sensation in my mouth and lasting warmth in my belly. His release comes in waves, each pulse spilling more burning sweetness that fills me until it drips from the corners of my lips, trailing down my chin onto my boobs in messy streams.

He keeps me there, his swollen cock still throbbing against my tongue, his growls softening to a deep, rumbling purr of satisfaction. Only after the final shudder courses through him does he release his grip on my hair, letting my head fall back slightly. I gasp for air, my throat sore and raw, as I struggle to recover from the intensity of his climax, tears streaking my face.

His eyes, dark and feral, remain locked on me, and there’s an unmistakable gleam of savage satisfaction in their depths as he watches me—disheveled, trembling, and utterly spent, at the very least two feet shorter than him.

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