Page 43 of Primal Snow

And maybe that’s the funny thing about survival—what once seemed like a monster… can quickly become the lesser evil.

Epilogue

A few months later

The summer air is warm, but the breeze that drifts off the nearby snow-dappled mountains carries a refreshing coolness. The sound of the river stream babbling over rocks fills the serene clearing. I stand at the edge of the water, the sunlight warming my skin as I rinse myself clean. The golden rays reflect off the rippling surface, casting a glow on my naked body. It’s a welcome change from the freezing pond in our cave and totally worth the risk of being so close to the hiking trails—especially with the better food optionslower down.

I can feel his eyes on me, their intense weight following my every movement. He watches in silence, his gaze filled with awe, almost reverence, as I cup handfuls of water and let them cascade over my heavy, milk-swollen breasts and round, pregnant belly. The droplets glisten on my skin, catching the light like tiny jewels, and I know I’m driving him mad.

He can’t take it any longer. With a low, rumbling growl, he moves toward me, crawling on all fours like the beast he is. His massive body ripples with power, muscles shifting beneath his fur, and his eyes are locked onto me with a singular focus.

When he reaches me, he doesn’t hesitate. He kneels before me, his large hands wrapping around my thighs. His claws graze my skin lightly, teasingly, as he lifts one of my legs and hooks it over his broad shoulder. The position forces me open to him, utterly exposed, but the hunger in his expression sends a thrill coursing through my body.

The heat of his breath washes over my core, and I gasp as his tongue flicks out, pressing wetly against my puffy pink lips. He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my slit as he licks deeper, spreading me with his speared tongue. His hands grip my hips tighter, holding me steady as he works me with expert precision, savoring every drop of my arousal like it’s the sweetest nectar.

My hands fly to his horns for balance, gripping them tightly as I rock my hips against his mouth. His tongue moves in intricate patterns, flicking over my clit before plunging inside me, curling and stretching in ways thatleave me gasping for air. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can’t help the soft moans that escape my lips, blending with the gentle rush of the river.

He devours me with a hunger that borders on worship, his tongue stroking and teasing every sensitive spot until my legs tremble. I glance down at him, his face buried between my thighs in the soft, light hairs covering my pussy mound, and the sight sends a shiver of heat through me. I steer his horns, angling him into a perfect position. His eyes glint with carnal satisfaction as he drinks me in, literally and figuratively. And there’s nothing more attractive in this world than him on his knees for me with his ribbed tongue pressed up against my g-spot.

I can feel my release building into a coil of pleasure that winds tighter with every flick and stroke.

“Oh…” I whisper, my voice breathless as I lose myself in the sensations. “Yes, baby. Just like that. You’re going to make me cum.“ My hips roll against him instinctively, grinding down as I chase the wave that’s about to crash over me.

And he knows. He always knows. Pleased, he growls again and redoubles his efforts, his tongue moving with relentless pace as he pushes me over the edge. My climax hits hard, my body shuddering against him as I cry out, the pleasure washing over me like a force of nature.

Even as I come apart in his hands, he doesn’t stop. He laps at me gently now, his tongue soothing the oversensitive flesh as if coaxing every last drop of satisfaction from my body. My head tilts back, my eyes fluttering closed as the aftershocks ripple through me.

Finally, he pulls back, his lips glistening with my release as he gazes up at me. His expression is unreadable, but there’s a warmth in his eyes, a possessive pride that makes my chest tighten. He presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh, almost reverent, lingering as if he’s savoring the softness of my skin. His lips are warm against me, a sharp contrast to the cool mountain air. Carefully, he lowers my leg back to the ground, as though I’m something fragile, something precious.

His gaze softens as it falls on my swollen belly. His hands, so large and clawed yet surprisingly tender, slide over the curve with devotion, adoration even. He leans down and presses a kiss to my belly this time, his lips warm, slightly rough, and almost loving.

His mouth trails upward, leaving a warm, tingling path in its wake. When he reaches my breasts, his eyes gleam with raw hunger. My nipples are swollen and sensitive, and the mere graze of his hot breath sends a shiver racing through me. A soft moan escapes my lips as I arch into him, offering myself to his touch. His large hands cup both breasts, his palms calloused but warm, as he squeezes them gently. The pressure sends a delicious ache through me, and a small stream of milk drips from my taut, aching buds.

“Ah! It feels so good… Don’t stop, you beautiful beast.”

His eyes widen, pupils blown with fascination and lust. A low, guttural growl rumbles in his chest as he lowers his head and licks the pearly droplet from my skin. His tongue is hot, slick, and slightly rough, and thesensation shocks me to my core.

He doesn’t stop there. His mouth closes around one nipple, and he sucks slowly at first, then with more fervor. His tongue flicks over the sensitive tip, and I feel another rush of milk spill into his mouth. I moan again, my hands instinctively clutching at his horns to keep him there.

The heat between my legs is unbearable now, and I shift restlessly against him, my thighs slick with fresh arousal. Yet he doesn’t rush, savoring every drop as though it’s the only thing he craves in the world. Lost in the moment, his growls grow deeper as he drinks, the rhythmic tug of his mouth coaxing more milk to spill. He releases me with a wet pop, only to turn his attention to the other breast, his tongue tracing lazy circles around the peak before pulling it into his mouth with unrestrained hunger.

“Fuck me!” I cry out, hormonal and needy, clenching my thighs to relieve the aching emptiness. “Please, I need you inside me.”

Before I can even catch my breath, he scoops me up as though I weigh nothing, even this far along. He carries me toward the large boulder where he lays me down with surprising care, as if I’m the most delicate thing in the world. He kneels between my legs and positions me sideways, his attention shifting to my belly again. I realize he’s being careful, ensuring our baby won’t be hurt, and the thought sends a strange mix of gratitude and anticipation through me as he kneels between my thighs.

Lifting one of my legs, he stretches it high, resting it against his broad chest. The position opens me completelyto him, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. Gripping my thigh, he holds me in place, his eyes dark and intent as he lines himself up. I feel the slick tip of his massive hard cock press against my soaked entrance.

When he enters me, the stretch is instant, the thick, blunt head forcing me open inch by inch. I gasp, my head tilting back as the sharp edge of pain mingles with the undeniable rush of pleasure. After all this time, I still haven’t gotten quite used to his size. I don’t think it’s even possible.

His hands grip me tighter, steadying me as he sinks deeper, filling me completely. My body trembles, every nerve alight as he rocks his hips, pushing deeper with each thrust. The angle is exquisite, and the curve of his shaft hits every sensitive spot inside me perfectly. All I can do is moan in pleasure as his hips roll with precision, each motion driving me closer to the edge. My swollen breasts bounce with the movement, and his eyes flicker down to them, dark and intent, drinking in the sight of me.

A possessive gleam glints in his gaze, and a low growl rumbles deep in his chest as he leans forward. His mouth finds one of my nipples again. He sucks deeply, pulling milk into his mouth with an obsessive passion. The sensation sends a bolt of pleasure straight to my core, and I arch into him, a strangled moan escaping my lips. He doesn’t stop, switching to the other breast, his tongue flicking and teasing, his large hands gripping me tighter as though he can’t get enough.

I’m so close, the tension coiling in my belly like a spring about to snap, but then he stills. His massive bodyfreezes, muscles tensing above me. For a moment, I’m confused. I know he hasn’t released—his heat still burns inside me, his thick member throbbing against my walls—but his attention is elsewhere.

His ears twitch, swiveling toward the sound of something I can’t yet hear. His head tilts slightly, and then, almost imperceptibly, his lips curve into a slow, sinister smile. The sight sends a chill down my spine, even as his mouth returns to my breast, sucking with renewed hunger.

And then I hear it. The crunch of footsteps on the forest floor, faint but growing louder. Voices, distant but unmistakable.

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