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T he 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 the ridged 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 me piece 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 that make 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 it finds 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.

“Get off me, you sick freak!” I croak, and my hands fly to his horns, trying to push his head away.

They are cool to the touch, rough with tiny ridges that scrape against my palms. But they feel alive, pulsing faintly beneath my fingertips like an extension of him.

I shove with all the strength I can muster, desperation surging through me like wildfire.

He roars, the sound predatory, rolling menacingly through the cave, more resonant than thunder. The sound crawls beneath my skin, quickly followed by his teeth scraping my inner thigh. My eyes snap open, my breath hitching. Before I can react, he bites.

The pain is immediate, sharp, and blinding. His teeth sink into my flesh, not deep enough to rip but enough to break the skin. The puncture burns like fire, spreading outward with each throb of my pulse as the blood wells up, hot and thick. A scream rips from my throat, echoing through the cave.

The pain clears the fog in my brain, and rage surges to the surface. “No!” I shout, thrashing beneath him as blood trickles down my leg, the metallic tang reminding me I’m still very much alive.

My fists come alive, swinging wildly, connecting with his furry head.

Every punch feels like striking solid rock, but I don’t care.

I strike again and again, harder each time, my knuckles burning from the impact, forearms scratch painfully against the points of his horns.

My blows are clumsy, fueled by raw hysteria, but they land hard enough to make him falter.

The beast jolts back slightly, his slanted eyes widening, as though he’s shocked I dare to fight .

But the surprise vanishes quickly.

He roars again in a deafening, guttural outburst that shakes the walls of the cave and rattles my bones. The force of it silences me for a heartbeat, freezing me in place. Then his claws dig deeper, and I find my voice again, screaming as I hammer my fists against his face.

“Get off! Let me go! Help! Help!”

He snarls, his massive form shifting as he tries to pin me down completely, his claws gripping harder.

The razor-sharp tips sink deeper into the hypersensitive flesh of my inner thighs, sending fresh bursts of pain that make me thrash harder.

His body looms over mine, heat radiating from him in waves, his muscles taut and trembling with restraint—or lack of it.

His long, pointy tongue flicks out again, tasting the blood he’s drawn.

The sight of it, dark purple now slick with crimson, makes my stomach turn—a visceral reminder of how far gone he is.

He’s more beast than anything now, his movements frantic, almost frenzied, as he fights to control me.

But I won’t stop. I kick, twist, and claw at him, my survival instincts taking over.

My nails scrape against the coarse fur on his arms, and my punches land even harder against the solid muscle of his furry chest. I’m probably only hurting myself, but I’m desperate.

My body screams in protest as I writhe, every muscle straining to break free.

The beast has had enough.

With a savage growl, he releases my legs and grabs me by the waist. His claws sink into my sides as he hauls me into the air like I weigh nothing. His claws rake against my ribs, His grip is crushing, his strength incomprehensible.

My feet kick uselessly, my arms dangling as I scream. “No! Stop! I beg you…”

He doesn’t listen.

With brutal force, he hurls me into the iron cage across the cave. My body slams against the damp, mossy wall of the cave, the chilly stone biting into my back before I crumple down. The air leaves my lungs in a painful rush, and I barely register the sharp crack of my skull hitting the ground.

Pain blooms behind my eyes, white-hot and blinding.

It spreads like a lightning strike, arcing from the back of my head to the tips of my fingers.

My limbs feel heavy, almost numb, as if the impact has stolen all mobility.

The cold seeps into my skin and the coppery taste of blood fills my mouth as my vision blurs, and the shadows of the cave seem to stretch and close in.

Through the haze, I see the hulking figure of Yeti standing above me. His black eyes are locked on me, his chest heaving with rage as his annoyed growl rumbles through the cave.

My eyelids fall heavy, my head spins into nausea. There’s some rattling noise, and I feel the cool metal closing around my wrists. The last thing I hear before the blackness takes me again is the sound of the iron door slamming shut.