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Page 15 of Frost Bite

He chuckles softly in my ear. “You won’t be cold for much longer.”

“What do you—” I gasp as he slides his fingers down my slit. I buck against him at the intrusion.

“I’m going to play with your pretty pussy the whole way there. Death will want you raw and ready for him,” he rasps.

He flicks the reins with his free hand, and the horse takes off into a trot through the forest. The more I bounce against the leather saddle, the deeper Famine’s finger finds its way inside my tender flesh.

I whimper but bite back a moan. “Have you no decency?”

He slides a second finger inside. “None whatsoever.”

I lean forward, shocked by the pleasure building in my core. His cock hardens against my bare ass as he hums to himself.

His thrusting slops my juices all over the saddle. I feel my cheeks flushing, the temperature in my body rising. The icy wind is a respite and not a hindrance as I first feared.I hate him for being right.

He grinds his cock against me, a low growl escaping past his lips. “We’re turning you into a proper whore now, little doe.”

I clench my thighs to the saddle and cry out. “Please…this is agony.”

Famine laughs as he urges the horse into a gallop. Its hooves pound hard against the ground as it races through the trees. The scenery we pass becomes a blur as the wind violently whips through my hair. He adds a third finger and presses a spot deep inside me.

I arch my back, tossing my head against his shoulder, my moans drowning inside the howl of the wind.

He flicks harder, growling like a wild animal behind me. “I can’t wait until your cunt bleeds for me.”

The path is rocky and jagged, causing us to bounce wildly. And his fingers are as rough as the terrain. “I can’t take much more… please. I need to…”

He grabs the back of my neck and squeezes. “What do you need? Say it.”

I bite back another moan as he stretches his fingers, opening me up wider. “Please…”

Famine grabs the reins and wraps them around my neck, pulling them tight. “Say. It.”

As the tears spill down my cheeks, I know that I must surrender. It’s the only way I’ll survive this.

I jerk my hips forward and rub my pussy against his cold hand. “I need release,” I admit.

He pulls on the reins, yanking my head back against his chest. “Now you’re learning how to behave. That pleases me.”

I gasp as he presses his frozen thumb against my nub and rubs in circles. His other four fingers work their way back inside. A shuddering moan leaves my throat raw. It’s a feral noise that startles both of us.

I’m so swept up in what he’s doing to me that I don’t immediately notice we aren’t in the forest anymore. We’re winding up and around a steep path on the side of the mountain.Devil’s Mountain to be exact. It is forbidden for any mortal to enter. Legend has it that one would burst into flames the second they reached the top.

I latch onto his wrist. “Wait. You cannot take methere. Please. I’ll die.”

I can feel him smirk against my cheek when he presses his lips to my jaw. “You put too much faith in your false prophets. The only ones who die up here are the oneswekill. But you…” He cups my breasts with one hand while fucking my pussy with the other. “We have other plans for you, wildling.”

The black rocks stick out of the mountain like swords waiting to impale anyone who missteps. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. But fear will have to wait because the crescendo of sensations building in my core is clouding all reason and logic.

I scream as he flicks a spot that sends me into a tailspin. I clench my pussy around his fingers as my release soaks him. And something feral awakens in me.

He lets go of my breast so he can grab the reins again. He pulls them tight around my neck while I buck and writhe on his hand. I’m needy for more, desperate to draw out every spasm. “Fucking… gods.”

“Mmm, let’s see how hard you cum when I cut off the air to your lungs.”

Stars dot my vision before it darkens. I gasp for breath but cannot feed any into my lungs. Panic grips me. I flail my arms back in an attempt to stop him from choking me. But in my futile attempts, another deep spasm rolls through me.

My whole body shudders as I drench his fingers in my cum. I’m falling deeper into the darkness, twisting and contorting as he violates me. Until I cannot catch even a sliver of a breath. I slump back and surrender to it, accepting my death.