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S omething cold and wet presses against the seam of my lips, and I automatically part them.

My throat hurts, but the icy water feels pleasant melting on my tongue.

Then it disappears, and I feel the ice dragging across my neck, the chill biting into the sensitive skin and leaving a faint, tingling ache in its wake.

My breath catches, a soft, startled sound escaping my lips, and I feel the heat of his rumbling growl vibrating through the space between us.

My eyes blink open, and the first thing I see is the cave floor far below.

I’m suspended high in the air again, but this time, my body hangs parallel to the ground.

My arms remain bound behind my back, rope cutting into my skin, while shackles encase my ankles.

My knees are bent, my body sagging under its own weight, wrists and ankles connected to the same chain above me—leaving me helpless, hanging like a puppet on a string.

My head is pounding, my ears still ringing, but it doesn’t matter now. As I lift my eyes, I notice Yeti holding a huge icicle in front of me. Some-fucking-how, I just know he’s not planning to turn it into ice chips for me to rehydrate.

God, just let him stab me across my chest with it instead of doing what I think he‘s about to do.

The icicle grazes my collarbone now before gliding over the slope of my breast. He circles my nipple with the tip, watching with a disturbing intensity as it tightens, hardening into an almost painful peak.

I squirm in my bonds, arching instinctively, the sharp sting of the cold mingling with a strange, unbearable ache.

He doesn’t rush. He moves to the other side, repeating the process with the same measured, torturous care, as he takes in every reaction, every sound I make.

My skin feels electrified, hypersensitive to the cold, and a breathless whine slips past my lips.

But the sound breaks into a gasp when he grazes the icicle over my ribs and down my trembling stomach.

The descent is slow. Deliberate. Relentless.

The frozen shard dances along the soft curve of my belly, the chill sinking deep, making my muscles tighten involuntarily.

My legs jerk uselessly in the air, every movement restrained by his iron grip and the merciless chains keeping me suspended.

I’m trapped in the maddening cycle of pleasure and torment, defenseless against the shocking cold and the tingling trails it leaves behind.

And then he moves lower.

The moment the icicle presses against the tender skin of my inner thighs, I jolt in surprise, as if every nerve has caught fire.

My legs quiver as he drags the frozen shard higher, each movement quickening my pulse.

When the icicle meets my pussy lips, I cry out, the sound raw and desperate as it echoes through the cavern.

The sharp cold sliding across my most sensitive flesh is impossible to ignore.

The feeling is torture. My body jerks harder, attempting to escape the intensity, but he holds me still, pressing the icicle more firmly.

He drags the shard along the slit of my pussy with sick passion, watching intently how its freezing temperature sends shockwaves through me with every pass.

Then, the icicle presses against my throbbing clit, stealing my breath, as he circles it with expert precision.

I mewl, thrashing against my restraints.

When he presses the icicle harder against me, focusing the biting cold onto that sensitive spot, the tension in my body snaps in reaction to the painful caress.

A release unlike anything I’ve felt before washes through me.

My vision blurs, and I writhe uncontrollably as the tremors of ecstasy make me dizzy.

Slowly, almost teasingly, he inches the tapered shard inside me, and my walls clench instinctively around the intrusion. The contrast between the heat of my pussy and the unyielding cold is like an agony.

“Please stop!” I cry out, but he doesn’t stop. His claws flex against my hips, holding me steady as he slides the icicle deeper, the freezing girth stretching me wider with every inch. I can feel it melting against my tight walls, trickling down my thighs in cool, ticklish rivulets.

He growls with satisfaction as he watches me squirm and writhe in his grasp. His black eyes gleam with a feral hunger, and his breath ghosts hot and damp against my oversensitive skin. His claws press harder into my flesh, anchoring me as he begins to move the icicle in controlled strokes.

In and out, the frozen shard slides, leaving behind an icy burn that sends shivers racing up my spine. The ice continues to melt inside me, the water dripping steadily now, pooling on the ground. But the shard is thick, unyielding, and I know it will take time before it’s completely gone.

He seems to savor that, taking his time with each thrust, pushing it in deeper before pulling it out with the same slowness, as if he’s testing the limits of my endurance.

Tears sting at the corners of my eyes, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath, but he doesn’t relent.

The sensation is overwhelming, and yet I can’t stop the way my hips grind against his unrelenting control.

His growls deepen, his satisfaction tangible as he rocks the frozen shard into me faster, and the cave is filled with the wet, slick sounds .

My breath catches in my throat as the climax builds to an impossible peak.

The tension coils tighter and tighter. And then I shatter.

The release hits me like a volcanic eruption, raw and powerful, tearing through my body in violent waves.

My walls clamp down around the melting ice, sending a sharp burst of sensation that teeters between pleasure and pain.

He doesn’t stop.

Even as I writhe in his grasp, my muscles twitching and my mind spiraling into the blissful haze of release, he keeps stroking, drawing out every second of my orgasm. The cold bites into the heat of my trembling core, my body bucking against his grip, as I ride out the unbearable aftershocks.

Eventually, his claws loosen their grip just slightly, and he pulls the shard out of me sending one last tremor racing down my spine, and I gasp as the cold air meets the exposed heat of my oversensitive flesh.

The shard is smaller now, melted to half its size, water dripping steadily from its surface and trailing in cool rivulets down my thighs.

But he’s not finished.

He steps behind me and I feel the cold return, pressing between the cheeks of my ass.

The slick ice teases the tight ring of muscle, probing insistently, and I tense instinctively as a startled whimper escapes me.

His growl rumbles low and deep, a sound that seems to vibrate through my entire body, coaxing and commanding at once.

My muscles clench reflexively against the intrusion, the chill of the ice helping the tension in my body ease, and I feel myself begin to give in, my muscles relaxing just enough for the shard to breach the tight entrance.

The sensation is sharp and shocking, the cold biting deep and making me gasp.

He lets out a primal sound, thick with satisfaction, and the noise sends a strange thrill racing through me.

His claws flex against my butt cheek, opening me up, as he begins to slide the shard deeper.

Inch by excruciating inch, the melting ice leaves a cool, wet trail in its wake, and I’m surprised it doesn’t really hurt that much—just a lot of pressure inside me and that sweet burn of being filled.

A soft moan escapes me, and his growl follows, as though he can feel the exact moment my body surrenders.

The icicle presses deeper, the tapered girth stretching me wider, my nerves raw and exposed as the cold sinks into my core.

He pauses, letting me adjust to the intrusion, his claws tracing soothing circles on my skin.

The moment I relax just slightly, he begins to move.

The shard slides out slowly, the freezing cold dragging against my muscles and leaving a lingering ache that only sharpens the sensations.

And then he pushes it back in, a little deeper this time, the slickness easing the way.

But I can’t stop the shudder that wracks me, or the soft, broken sounds spilling from my lips as he establishes a deliberate rhythm.

As he continues to penetrate my ass, the tension begins to coil in my core again, tighter and tighter, until it feels as though I might snap from the pressure.

The icicle is nearly gone now, its remnants reduced to little more than a tapered sliver of frozen water.

With one final, deliberate push, he slides what’s left of it fully inside, the sharp chill melting away in an instant as my heat consumes it entirely.

But he gives me no reprieve.

Before I can catch my breath, before my muscles can fully relax from the last overwhelming sensation, I feel the blunt, flared head of his cock press against my little gaping hole.

My body tenses immediately, a mix of fear and disbelief flooding my senses as I realize what he intends.

The pressure is immense, unrelenting, as he nudges against my tight ring of muscle, testing the resistance with measured force.

The watery lubrication left behind by the melted ice coats me thoroughly, making each shift of his massive length smoother. He’s smart—too smart. He planned this, using the ice to prepare me, to numb and stretch me just enough to ease his way into what would otherwise be impossible.

This, right now, is where my punishment really begins.

I squirm in his grip, my body trembling with the effort of holding him at bay, but his claws dig into my hips, holding me steady as he applies more pressure.

A strained scream escapes my lips as the flared ridge of his cockhead presses harder, insistent and unyielding, until something inside me gives.

A sudden jolt of pain tears through me as he breaches the tight barrier, the massive girth stretching me wider than I thought possible.

My body tenses involuntarily, my muscles clench tightly around his head, every nerve lighting up with a mix of pain and forbidden sensation.

He roars, the sound deafening in the enclosed space, a thunderous proclamation of his victory as he claims me.

He now has all of me.

And he doesn’t stop.

Urgency takes over, his feral noises growing louder and more savage as he pushes deeper with a single, brutal thrust. The pressure and the fullness are almost too much to bear, but my body reacts against my will to the sheer force of his invasion.

The wet slide of his slick cock is driving me crazy, every inch of his length pressing deeper and deeper until I feel like I’m being split in two.

His hands move higher to grasp my tits as his claws dig into the firm flesh, anchoring me.

With a powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his enormous shaft seated fully inside me.

I let out a broken cry as my body burns with the effort of accommodating his knots pulsing with barely contained frenzy.

He gives me no time to adjust.

With another savage growl, he pulls back slightly, the thick ridges catching against my constricted walls, before he thrusts forward again, even harder this time. Again and again. He begins to move inside me steadily, fucking my ass, claiming what’s his.

I plead for him to stop, but my voice is immediately swallowed by his thunderous roars as he establishes a brutal, relentless rhythm.

His mammoth cock stretches and fill me with every punishing stroke, the slickness of the melted ice easing his potent movements but doing nothing to lessen the sheer intensity of his size.

And then his fingers find my dripping pussy.

A hysterical cry escapes me as he plunges two thick digits inside.

His claws are retracted, but I can still feel the thrilling sharp curve of them dragging against my hypersensitive walls.

And I’ve never been this full. My body trembles violently, torn between the unbearable pressure mixed with the delightful friction of his cock pounding into me and the fierce invasion of his fingers.

His rough thumb circles my throbbing clit, applying just enough pressure to send lightning bolts of sensation shooting through my core.

I’m unraveling.

Sensations collide. The brutal stretch, the relentless thrusts, the precise, unyielding attention to my clit.

My body surrenders to the overwhelming pleasure that builds and builds until it feels as though I might shatter under the weight of it.

The pressure coiled in my core snaps violently, and I scream as another blinding orgasm rips through me.

Wetness gushes from me, dripping down his hand and soaking the fur of his forearm.

Desperation drives him now, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more forceful, as he chases his own release.

His savage cock fills me up to the point of delirium, while his thumb continues to torment my clit.

The overstimulation is unbearable, too much, yet I can’t stop the waves of pleasure that crash over me again and again, leaving me lightheaded and trembling in his grasp.

At last, with a final barbaric plunge, he stills .

His massive hands grip me tightly as his cock throbs and pulses inside me. The heat of his release floods me, and I gasp as the first powerful wave hits, seeping out around his length and dripping down my thighs in thick, sticky streaks.

His snarl vibrates through his massive frame as he holds me firmly in place, ensuring every drop of his seed is buried deep inside me. My body is limp now, trembling and exhausted, the aftershocks of my orgasm still pulsing through me as his warmth continues to fill me.

My vision blurs, dark spots dancing at the edges of my sight as my body succumbs to the overwhelming sensations, and the world tilts and fades as darkness overtakes me.