Page 18 of Primal Snow

His grip remains firm, his strength immeasurable, and the weight of his hand feels like it’s crushing the air from my lungs. He forces me closer, but I manage to twist my head away. I feel his fur against my face, soft and impossibly warm, almost comforting if it weren’t for the horrifying reality of my situation.

Above, his tongue, slick and hot, never stops its assault between my thighs, now entering me over and over again, each plunge sending ripples of unwilling sensation through me. It drives deeper and deeper into my pussy, dragging against my constricted walls with its infuriatingly pleasant texture. He feasts on me with a fervor that leaves me gasping, the obscene wet smacking sounds filling the icy air around us.

My hips jerk, though whether it’s in resistance or surrender, I can’t tell anymore. My vision blurs as tears streak down my cheeks, freezing almost instantly in the icy air. The edges of the world grow hazy, my thoughts slipping into a foggy, chaotic mess.

Is it the cold, draining the life from me? The blood rushing to my head from being held upside down for so long? Or is it him, breaking me down piece by piece?

I don’t know. I can’t even begin to process the conflicting emotions right now. My body feels heavy, trembling violently as though caught in a wild river’s current that I can’t escape. My mind screams at me to fight, to resist, but my limbs grow weaker by the second. My breath comes in shallow gasps, my chest heaving as I teeter on the edge of consciousness. His tongue thrustsdeeper, fucking me with maddening, tireless consistency, and I can feel the terrible heat coiling tighter and tighter inside me—unwanted and undeniable. It’s unbearable, this war raging within me, as if my very existence is being reshaped by his touch.

My vision blackens, the ringing in my ears insistent, and the last thing I feel is the inescapable power of a beast who will notbe denied.

Chapter 9

The first thing I feel is the heat.

It creeps across my skin like molten fire, sinking deep into my flesh until I can’t tell where the warmth ends and I begin. Then comes the sensation—a slow, sloppy drag of pressure sliding against the slit of my pussy. Each deliberate stroke is maddeningly precise, igniting nerve endings I didn’t even know I had.

My mind is sluggish, swimming up from the murky depths of unconsciousness, but the sensation is so raw, so intrusive, it yanks me into a reality I don’t want to face.

It's his tongue.

It lingers, probing harder, and theridged texture scrapes over every nerve ending, making my body jerk involuntarily. The noise is obscene—wet and sticky, the kind of sound that belongs to animals.

To predators, feasting on their kill.

My head throbs with every beat of my racing heart as panic claws at my chest, but I try to focus on figuring out my current position. The musky scent of fur and blood hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the damp, earthy aroma of moss and stone. Firewood crackles somewhere nearby, its warmth brushing against my naked skin like a false promise of comfort. Below me, there’s something soft and almost cozy, though whatever I’m lying on, the hairy fibers rub against my back with every flick of his tongue. My body feels strange—too heavy, yet hypersensitive, as if every inch of me is awake and tender, exposed for his entertainment.

I blink open, my vision fogging, and see the dim flicker of firelight dancing on the jagged walls and a ceiling of uneven rock, looming shadows shifting like living things.

Cave… He took me to his fucking lair.

A distant howl of the wind outside echoes around me, reminding me of a world I’m no longer a part of.

Carefully, I look down to see him nestled between my legs. His eyes, glowing faintly in the dim firelight, never leave me. There’s something feral in his gaze, watching me as though I’m nothing more than the prey he’s caught. And the hunger in them is overwhelming. Unstoppable. His tongue dips inside me, curling and flicking interchangeably, stretching me out while exploring mepiece by piece. The ridges along its surface drag against the tight walls of my pussy, sending jolts of sensation up my spine, each one sharper and more invasive than the last.

A shudder runs through me, and my breath catches in my throat. Disgust floods my mind, but my body… my body betrays me in ways that horrify me. Heat rises beneath my skin, a sickening flush that only makes me feel dirtier. My nipples ache, my stomach tightens against my will, and I feel a rush of moisture pooling deep inside me.

His tongue scoops up my arousal, relishing the taste as a low hum escapes his chest. He pauses briefly, his glowing eyes locking onto mine, as if he’s silently taunting me, letting me know just how much he’s enjoying this. The sound of him swallowing is slow, deliberate, and unbearably intimate, sending a fresh wave of nausea crashing over me. Then he returns, the pointed tip of his tongue teasing my entrance, circling in maddening spirals that make my stomach churn. When he plunges back inside, it’s with more force, more hunger, as if he’s desperate to drink every last drop.

No. This can’t be happening.

“Stop,” I rasp, my voice cracking and barely audible. “Please! Why are you doing this to me?”

The creature doesn’t stop. His growl reverberates through the cave, low and rumbling. The vibrations travel up through my legs, my hips, like a warning—or a promise. His claws, coated in blood, tighten on my thighs, digging inside the tender flesh as he pins me down. He probes deeper, the wet heat of him reaching places thatmake my toes curl involuntarily. The scrape of his tongue is relentless, every stroke leaving a trail of liquid fire that pools low in my belly, coiling tighter and tighter. Each movement is excruciatingly deliberate as though savoring every subtle reaction of my body.

I squeeze my eyes shut, willing my body to go numb, to shut this out. But I can’t. Every lick, every scrape of his ribbed tongue burns into my skin, imprinting deep within, claiming me. The sensation spreads like fire, consuming me, until I feel like my body is no longer my own. A part of me—some twisted, buried part—is horrified that it doesn’t feel entirely bad. And a traitorous spark of pleasure coils low in my belly, drowning in a tide of self-loathing. My thighs quiver on either side of his head, trembling under the strain of keeping still, but his claws keep me firmly pinned, denying me even the chance to resist. Each time his tongue plunges inside, it’s followed by a lewd slurp that makes me feel like I’m unraveling piece by piece, and he’s taking every part of me for himself.

Tears sting my eyes, hot and shameful. How can I be revolted and yet feel… this? I’m mortified, but the more I try to suppress it, the stronger it grows, leaving me feverish. The involuntary clench of my inner walls around his tongue fills me with fresh shame. Each squeeze is an admission my mind refuses to accept. The knot in my gut tightens, twisting painfully with each invasive thrust, and my breaths come in short, shallow gasps.

The shift is sudden, his tongue dragging upward, parting my pink puffy pussy lips with precision until itfinds my pulsing clit. A shocking jolt of electricity shoots through my body as his tongue flicks over it, each stroke maddeningly quick and precise, leaving me panting. Then his lips seal around it, the pressure of his mouth building as he sucks deeply, drawing a ragged moan from my lips before I can stop it. The sensation is overwhelming—his tongue alternating between languid swirls and rapid, merciless flicks, while his teeth graze just enough to make my pulse spike in fear. His low growl vibrates against my engorged clit, sending shockwaves through my hips, forcing my body to arch involuntarily.

Then, as if toying with me, everything stops.

The transition is seamless, his tongue plunging into my core with the same hunger, as though he can’t get enough. He works me with unrelenting precision, alternating between slow, deliberate thrusts that leave me trembling and sudden, forceful plunges that send sharp pangs of pleasure-pain coursing through me. Every time I think he’s easing, his tongue twists or curls, finding that sensitive spot inside me, coaxing more reactions I can’t suppress. His growls grow louder, echoing around us, and I realize with dawning horror that the more my body responds, the more insatiable he becomes.

It’s unbearable.

I stare down into those terrifying eyes, desperate, searching for something—anything—that tells me he’s just a man. But all I see is a monster who wants something from me, something so primitive that I can’t even begin to understand.

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