Page 36 of Primal Snow

The descent is slow. Deliberate. Relentless. The frozen shard dances along the soft curve of my belly, the chill sinking deep, making my muscles tighten involuntarily. My legs jerk uselessly in the air, everymovement restrained by his iron grip and the merciless chains keeping me suspended. I’m trapped in the maddening cycle of pleasure and torment, defenseless against the shocking cold and the tingling trails it leaves behind.

And then he moves lower.

The moment the icicle presses against the tender skin of my inner thighs, I jolt in surprise, as if every nerve has caught fire. My legs quiver as he drags the frozen shard higher, each movement quickening my pulse. When the icicle meets my pussy lips, I cry out, the sound raw and desperate as it echoes through the cavern. The sharp cold sliding across my most sensitive flesh is impossible to ignore. The feeling is torture. My body jerks harder, attempting to escape the intensity, but he holds me still, pressing the icicle more firmly.

He drags the shard along the slit of my pussy with sick passion, watching intently how its freezing temperature sends shockwaves through me with every pass. Then, the icicle presses against my throbbing clit, stealing my breath, as he circles it with expert precision. I mewl, thrashing against my restraints. When he presses the icicle harder against me, focusing the biting cold onto that sensitive spot, the tension in my body snaps in reaction to the painful caress. A release unlike anything I’ve felt before washes through me. My vision blurs, and I writhe uncontrollably as the tremors of ecstasy make me dizzy.

Slowly, almost teasingly, he inches the tapered shard inside me, and my walls clench instinctively around theintrusion. The contrast between the heat of my pussy and the unyielding cold is like an agony.

“Please stop!” I cry out, but he doesn’t stop. His claws flex against my hips, holding me steady as he slides the icicle deeper, the freezing girth stretching me wider with every inch. I can feel it melting against my tight walls, trickling down my thighs in cool, ticklish rivulets.

He growls with satisfaction as he watches me squirm and writhe in his grasp. His black eyes gleam with a feral hunger, and his breath ghosts hot and damp against my oversensitive skin. His claws press harder into my flesh, anchoring me as he begins to move the icicle in controlled strokes.

In and out, the frozen shard slides, leaving behind an icy burn that sends shivers racing up my spine. The ice continues to melt inside me, the water dripping steadily now, pooling on the ground. But the shard is thick, unyielding, and I know it will take time before it’s completely gone.

He seems to savor that, taking his time with each thrust, pushing it in deeper before pulling it out with the same slowness, as if he’s testing the limits of my endurance.

Tears sting at the corners of my eyes, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath, but he doesn’t relent. The sensation is overwhelming, and yet I can’t stop the way my hips grind against his unrelenting control. His growls deepen, his satisfaction tangible as he rocks the frozen shard into me faster, and the cave is filled with the wet, slick sounds.

My breath catches in my throat as the climax builds to an impossible peak. The tension coils tighter and tighter. And then I shatter. The release hits me like a volcanic eruption, raw and powerful, tearing through my body in violent waves. My walls clamp down around the melting ice, sending a sharp burst of sensation that teeters between pleasure and pain.

He doesn’t stop.

Even as I writhe in his grasp, my muscles twitching and my mind spiraling into the blissful haze of release, he keeps stroking, drawing out every second of my orgasm. The cold bites into the heat of my trembling core, my body bucking against his grip, as I ride out the unbearable aftershocks.

Eventually, his claws loosen their grip just slightly, and he pulls the shard out of me sending one last tremor racing down my spine, and I gasp as the cold air meets the exposed heat of my oversensitive flesh. The shard is smaller now, melted to half its size, water dripping steadily from its surface and trailing in cool rivulets down my thighs.

But he’s not finished.

He steps behind me and I feel the cold return, pressing between the cheeks of my ass. The slick ice teases the tight ring of muscle, probing insistently, and I tense instinctively as a startled whimper escapes me. His growl rumbles low and deep, a sound that seems to vibrate through my entire body, coaxing and commanding at once.

My muscles clench reflexively against the intrusion,the chill of the ice helping the tension in my body ease, and I feel myself begin to give in, my muscles relaxing just enough for the shard to breach the tight entrance. The sensation is sharp and shocking, the cold biting deep and making me gasp.

He lets out a primal sound, thick with satisfaction, and the noise sends a strange thrill racing through me. His claws flex against my butt cheek, opening me up, as he begins to slide the shard deeper. Inch by excruciating inch, the melting ice leaves a cool, wet trail in its wake, and I’m surprised it doesn’t really hurt that much—just a lot of pressure inside me and that sweet burn of being filled.

A soft moan escapes me, and his growl follows, as though he can feel the exact moment my body surrenders. The icicle presses deeper, the tapered girth stretching me wider, my nerves raw and exposed as the cold sinks into my core. He pauses, letting me adjust to the intrusion, his claws tracing soothing circles on my skin.

The moment I relax just slightly, he begins to move.

The shard slides out slowly, the freezing cold dragging against my muscles and leaving a lingering ache that only sharpens the sensations. And then he pushes it back in, a little deeper this time, the slickness easing the way. But I can’t stop the shudder that wracks me, or the soft, broken sounds spilling from my lips as he establishes a deliberate rhythm.

As he continues to penetrate my ass, the tension begins to coil in my core again, tighter and tighter, until it feels as though I might snap from the pressure. The icicle is nearly gone now, its remnants reduced to little morethan a tapered sliver of frozen water. With one final, deliberate push, he slides what’s left of it fully inside, the sharp chill melting away in an instant as my heat consumes it entirely.

But he gives me no reprieve.

Before I can catch my breath, before my muscles can fully relax from the last overwhelming sensation, I feel the blunt, flared head of his cock press against my little gaping hole. My body tenses immediately, a mix of fear and disbelief flooding my senses as I realize what he intends. The pressure is immense, unrelenting, as he nudges against my tight ring of muscle, testing the resistance with measured force.

The watery lubrication left behind by the melted ice coats me thoroughly, making each shift of his massive length smoother. He’s smart—too smart. He planned this, using the ice to prepare me, to numb and stretch me just enough to ease his way into what would otherwise be impossible.

This, right now, is where my punishment really begins.

I squirm in his grip, my body trembling with the effort of holding him at bay, but his claws dig into my hips, holding me steady as he applies more pressure. A strained scream escapes my lips as the flared ridge of his cockhead presses harder, insistent and unyielding, until something inside me gives.

A sudden jolt of pain tears through me as he breaches the tight barrier, the massive girth stretching me wider than I thought possible. My body tenses involuntarily, mymuscles clench tightly around his head, every nerve lighting up with a mix of pain and forbidden sensation. He roars, the sound deafening in the enclosed space, a thunderous proclamation of his victory as he claims me.

He now has all of me.

And he doesn’t stop.

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