Page 32 of Primal Snow

“Ah!” I moan, pushing my fingers inside my soaked hole. The obscene slick sounds echo through the cave as my walls contract, accepting the intrusion. My hips move in time with my thrusts, my body craving more as my humiliation dissolves into blissful pleasure.

He growls, low and guttural, and his hand moves to his cock, wrapping around the thick shaft. He strokes himself in time with my fingers, his eyes locked on me as if I’m the only thing that exists in his world. The air between us is thick with tension, and that twisted, primal connection between us is undeniable.

“Oh, God,” I sigh, my voice soft and trembling. My fingers work faster, deeper, and I throw my head back as the crescendo of sensations builds to an unbearable peak.

But it’s not enough. It’s notenough.

“Please,” I whisper in desperation. I don’t know where my plan ends and my actual desire begins anymore. My body is betraying me shamelessly, craving him in a way that feels both horrifying and exhilarating.

I hear the cage door creak open, the sound echoing through the cavern like a warning, and I look at him through half-lidded eyes. His massive form lowers close to the ground as he crawls toward me on all fours, his movements unhurried and calculated, like a predator stalking its prey.

When he reaches me, his oversizedhands grip my thighs, pulling me toward him with enough force to make me gasp. His breath is hot against my puffy pussy lips, and the first swipe of his tongue across my wet slit shocks me to my core.

I cry out as his mouth seals over my clit, his tongue stroking me with a precision and intensity that sends waves of ecstasy rippling through me. The ridges drag against my sensitive flesh, and the texture drives me insane as he devours me like his favorite meal. As much as it pains me to admit it, I have never felt anything better than this wild, unhinged beast eating me out.

“That’s good,” I whisper, my voice shaky and almost unrecognizable to my own ears. “Good,” I repeat, my desperation bleeding into the word, as though saying it again might drive the message home. “Lick my pussy,” the words slip out, and I get even more excited by how filthy they sound, given everything.

He grips my thighs tighter, his claws digging into my flesh as if anchoring me to him. The pain barely registers over the overwhelming pleasure. With a growl, he shifts, rolling onto his back and dragging me with him, forcing me to straddle his face.

His mouth works on me relentlessly, his tongue thrusting inside me, tasting me, stretching me, stroking places I didn’t know existed. My hands find his horns, gripping them for stability as I ride the storm of sensations he’s unleashing. Embarrassment and guilt flicker in the back of my mind, but they’re drowned out by the all-consuming reactions he forces from me. He’s more animal than a man, overpowered by his lust, and I’mhelpless against him.

“Fuck yes!” I gasp, my voice trembling as my hips start to move on their own. I roll against him, grinding down to chase the flicks of his tongue as it dances over my clit, then plunges back inside. “Oh… don’t stop.”

He purrs in a low, vibrating sound that travels through his body and into mine, amplifying the pleasure. My release comes in a sudden, shuddering wave, and I cry out, my thighs trembling as wetness gushes from me, flooding his mouth.

He drinks me down greedily, his claws tightening on my hips as if he can’t get enough. I’m panting, on the edge of collapse, but he doesn’t give me a chance to recover. With a deep growl, he pulls me down his body and impales me on his massive cock.

The pain is sharp and immediate, the sheer size of him forcing me open, sliding deeper than ever in this position. I mewl as the stretch burns, but he doesn’t pause. He holds me with bruising force and starts bouncing me up and down on his shaft. Though I’m on top, it’s an illusion of control—he’s the one dictating the tempo, his strength and size making me nothing more than a sex toy for his uncontrollable need. My raw cries echo around us, mingling with his grunts and the obscene wet, slick sounds of my body struggling to accommodate him as he uses me.

He shifts suddenly, rising to sit back on his heels, his hands still guiding my movements. My bound arms instinctively loop around the back of his neck for balance, and he takes advantage of the position, his long tongue flicking out to lap at my bouncing tits.

“Yes! Just like that,” I whimper as he circles my nipple, wetting it and leaving it stinging in the cool air before closing his mouth around the other taut peak. He sucks with passion, his sharp teeth grazing the sensitive flesh just enough to make me moan, and I feel myself melting into him.

I’m no longer pretending—my body is fully responding as the sensations consume me, and I can’t stop it. I’m so fucking wet, so willing, my pussy clenching and spasming around him as if trying to keep him inside. My hips gyrate as the pleasure builds, grinding down against the base of his cock greedily to take every inch.

“Oh, your cock feels so good! Fuck me harder,” I beg as my throbbing clit rubs against the soft fur of his sheath and my arousal drips down to coat his thighs.

His massive cock is indeed out of this world. Every ridge and vein presses against my inner walls, the slight upward curve hitting that magic spot inside me with each thrust, as his knots pulse rhythmically. I cry out each time the flared tip hits my cervix, sending jolts of sharp pain mixed with pleasure through my body. The obscene slaps of his heavy balls against my ass punctuate the hard thrusts of his cock, driving into me at a savage tempo.

I can’t hold back. The heat inside me rises to a breaking point, and with a desperate scream, I come undone, my release gushing around his length. My walls convulse, gripping him so tightly that he has difficulty moving, but he doesn’t stop. He fucks me through my orgasm, the relentless pace extending the pleasure into something unbearable, something almost too much.

Before the first wave even fades, another earth-shattering climax slams into me, ripping through my overstimulated body. My head falls back, my screams of ecstasy turning into incoherent pleas as the pleasure doubles, triples, cascading through me in an endless loop. He knows—he knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and his urgency grows. His rutting becomes more erratic, more desperate, as if my pleasure is the fuel that drives him.

Grunting loudly, he shifts his mouth to my neck, his teeth sinking into my flesh in a possessive bite. With one final, brutal slam, he forces me down onto him, his knots swelling and locking us together as his release floods me, hot and thick. I feel it spilling out, trickling down the sides of my thighs and onto his powerful, fur-covered legs, but he doesn’t let go. He grinds me down onto him, his movements slow and deliberate, as if reveling in his claim on me. My body betrays me again, my walls clenching and milking him for every last drop, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips, a sound that’s equal parts satisfaction and surrender.

When it’s over, he collapses onto the ground, dragging me down with him. I land on his chest, my body sprawled across his massive frame, my cheek pressed against the soft fur that covers his firm, muscular chest. The heat of his body is overwhelming, a furnace that seeps into my skin and bones, chasing away the chill of the cave. His beast of a cock, still twitching faintly inside my little human pussy, is a reminder of what just happened, of what I’ve become.

I should hate this. I should fight, scream, claw my way out of his grasp. But I don’t. Instead, I find myself sinking into the warmth of his body, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath me, the way his arms feel like a cage and a sanctuary all at once. It’s almost… cozy.

The thought terrifies me, but it’s there, lingering in the back of my mind like a shadow I can’t quite shake.

Focus, Emma.

Trying to act casual and not raise any alarms, I rub the skin on my wrist, bringing his attention to the deep bruises.

He considers it, only for a moment, before he unlocks them.

“Thank you,” I whisper, to which he grumbles under his breath. It almost seems like he understands, and I smile to myself—maybe Yeti is more trainable than I thought.

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