Page 29 of Primal Snow

Yet, when I feel him pulling at the chain, lowering me, the rush of adrenaline snaps me fully awake. But there’s nothing I can do to stop what comes next.

His monstrous shaft presses heavily against me, sliding up and down my slick folds with a deliberate slowness that makes me shudder. Its texture is overwhelming: ridged, veined, bumpy, and velvetysmooth despite its alien contours. I whimper, squirming in the air, trying to twist away from the sensation, but there’s nowhere to go. My arousal betrays me, pooling shamefully between my legs, dripping down my thighs in warm, slick trails.

“No,” I beg, but even as the word leaves my lips, my hips rock involuntarily toward him, drawn by some idiotic instinct I can’t control. The wetness coats his shaft as he presses forward, relentless and determined. The flared ridge of his head nudges against my entrance, and we both grunt.

“No, don’t do this! It won’t fit,” I yelp, realizing how huge he actually is. There’s no chance he can put that horrendous thing in me. “You’re going to kill me!”

The pressure builds, unyielding and maddening, as if he’s testing the limits of what I can take. I gasp, the air catching in my throat, as the blunt crown begins to stretch me, the size of him pushing my body beyond anything it’s ever known.

“Please,” I whisper, though I’m not sure if I’m pleading for him to stop or to finish what he’s started. My body trembles uncontrollably in a riot of sensations as pain and pleasure blur together.

Then, with a savage roar, he thrusts forward, and the flared ridge inches past my tight opening, breaking through. The sharp, searing pain is the worst I’ve ever endured. My back arches reflexively, and a wave of heat spreads through me as my body struggles to adjust to his immense size.

Or is it blood?

He holds still for a moment, panting heavily, his hot breath ghosting over my skin as he savors the feel of my body surrendering to him just barely. His claws grip my hips tightly, sharp tips pressing into my flesh, anchoring me in place as he pushes deeper, claiming me inch by agonizing inch.

The pain lingers, but beneath it, something else stirs—a terrible, intoxicating fullness that leaves me gasping for air. Once he edges his first knot inside, my walls grip him so tightly that he has difficulty moving, the thick ridges of his shaft stretching me in ways I never imagined.

He growls, forcing his way in with brutal thrusts, and I’m terrified he’s going to rip me in half. I swear it feels like something is tearing inside when the second knot enters, no matter how many orgasms he gave me, preparing my pussy for this.

He’s so deep, it’s unbearable.

“Too much! It’s too much!” I sob.

He snarls, his massive hands sliding up my sides to steady me as he draws back with maddening friction.

Mine, his primitive growl seems to say as he begins to move, setting a pace that’s both punishing and intoxicating. After a few thrusts, the pain begins to fade slightly, replaced by a growing pleasure that threatens to consume me whole.

His claws slip down again, pressing into the soft flesh of my ass. The sting of their sharp points blends into the throbbing ache inside me as he rocks forward, his thrusts becoming harder with each motion. My thighs burn as hespreads me wider, pushing me into a near-split, and I can feel every vein, every grove of his monstrous length as it drags against my inner walls, leaving me raw and trembling.

My pleas for mercy dissolve into incoherent moans, the words stolen from me as he drives himself deeper. His body radiates heat, and the air is thick with his musky scent, which I can’t resist. My overstimulated body gives in, overwhelmed by the violent pleasure, and I come again—my release gushing out in uncontrollable waves, the shock of it ripping through me like lightning.

He bellows, a deafening roar of satisfaction that echoes in the cavernous space around us, the sound vibrating through my bones and making the chains above my head rattle violently. His claws dig deeper into my flesh, gripping me so tightly I feel the sting of them breaking skin, the warmth of blood seeping where he’s marked me as his. He pulls me closer, impossibly tight, until his entire length drives into me with one last brutal thrust.

I feel him pulse inside me, his release rushing forth in a molten torrent, thick and scorching, flooding every inch of me. There’s so much of him that his seed overflows, leaking out of me in thick streams that slide down my thighs and drip onto the ground below. My body trembles, overstretched and raw, but he doesn’t pull out. He stays buried deep, his massive frame pressing into mine as his cock throbs with the force of his release.

His breath comes in harsh, ragged gasps, each exhalation warm against my skin, his chest rumbling withthe aftershocks of his carnal roar. He’s still in rut, his hips jerking forward instinctively, grinding into me even as his release continues to spill, endless and overwhelming. My legs quiver uselessly in his grasp, and my vision blurs as the sensations push me to the brink of my limits. The heat of him sears deep into me, leaving no part of me untouched, no part ofme unclaimed.

Chapter 14

Iwake up with my whole body sore, bruised, and covered in a film of drying blood and something worse—his scent. The heavy musk clings to my skin, my hair matted with the remnants of everything that he’s done to me. My mind is fuzzy, sluggish from the trauma, but the reality of my surroundings cuts through the fog of my consciousness like a razor.

I’m not suspended anymore, though still shackled, and my limbs are raw from the metal’s bite. The fire crackles softly nearby, its warmth mingling with the chill of the stone ground beneath me. But I noticethat he laid down some soft furs as bedding for me. He also got rid of all the bones—which is fair, I guess.

I try to shift, but pain shoots through me. My fingers trace the dried blood on my skin, and I can’t help the wave of disgust that rises in my throat. I need a proper wash. I feel filthy, broken, and I have to rid myself of him. But I can’t move. I can barely even breathe without feeling the weight of the last few hours suffocating me.

His massive form looms in the shadows, startling me as he watches me silently with dark, unblinking eyes. Rising from his throne-like chair across the fire pit, he moves to fill a vase with water and approaches the cage to hand it to me.

Hissing in pain, I sit up and drink greedily. The cuts and bites are shallow enough not to cause any permanent damage, but they sting like hell. There’s also immense discomfort between my legs, but I try to ignore it.

I lift my hand weakly, gesturing toward my body—toward the dirt, the blood, the marks he left on me—and then I mime scrubbing in the air, hoping he understands. Hoping he sees the desperation painted all over my face.

For a long moment, nothing happens as he searches my eyes. Then, with a grunt, he turns and vanishes into the shadows of the inner tunnel, leaving only emptiness in the space between us.

Minutes feel like hours before he returns, carrying a large, bucket-like vessel, crudely fashioned from the rough materials of the cave. Water sloshes inside as he kneels in front of me, setting it down between us. The water looks like a luxury, cold and clear, though it smells faintly ofearth and stone. To me, it’s a small miracle.

Who’s the spoiled princess now, huh?I think to myself, but the immediate guilt cuts through the snark. Those were some of the last words Mia spoke to me. It feels surreal.

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