Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
ELISA
The snow is soothing against the flush of my flesh. My heart pounds wildly in my chest. Between the exertion of running and the anticipation of what’s to come, my body is in complete overdrive.
I try to roll to my back, but he holds me tightly. “You’re not going anywhere, Snow Angel,” he growls in my ear in a way that sends shivers rippling across my skin.
With one clawed hand firmly in my hair, gripping it in his fist, he uses the other to pull my hips up until I’m positioned on my knees.
My back is bowed so my head is still in the snow and my ass is up in the air.
I feel so exposed, so vulnerable. I try to shuffle my hands around but they’re pinned beneath my body.
And then he licks me. His wicked tongue traces a long, slow path up my soaked center.
I whimper as his forked muscle flicks my clit.
“You taste delicious, my fegre,” he growls from behind me as his devilishly long tongue writhes against my folds, rubbing against my most tender places in a way that has me panting in desperation for more.
“Please, Daddy. I need…” I trail off, unsure of even what to ask for.
“It’s okay, baby girl. I know what you need,” he reassures as his right hand leaves my hip. His left hand is still securely in my hair.
A moment later, something bulbous and cold rims my back hole. I shriek and try to pull away, startled by the sudden cold but Jack holds me firm.
“I need to stretch out these holes if you’re going to take my cocks,” he explains as he shoves the icicle cock barely inside. It burns but the cold feels nice. I remind myself that he’s done this before, I can take it. “I want to ruin you, but never will I break you, my love.”
He pushes it in more, the cold adding an extra layer of sensation. At the same time, he adds a long finger, claw retracted of course, to my other opening.
“You’re my mate.” He slides both his finger and the ice inside me simultaneously; the feeling is so intense that I bite my lip to stifle a groan. “Mine to please.” Deeper he enters me. “Mine to possess.” More. “And most importantly—mine to protect.”
He pushes past the ring of tight muscles, and relief hits me. Everything burns but beneath that is something more. My core tightens as pleasure begins to bloom from the pain.
“Yes, Daddy,” I pant out between gasps. “I’m yours.”
He lets out a low growl of approval and starts to move. His finger and the ice fuck me slowly but steadily. I writhe against them, needing more to fill me.
“Such a good slut,” he coos as he adds a second finger. “Letting me stretch you open. You gonna beg for my cocks?”
“Please,” I whine as pleasure begins to build. I can feel the pressure building, threatening to boil over.
And then he stops. Removing himself completely, he even lets go of my hair. The icicle is pulled from my ass, and his fingers from my pussy. I whimper and fall forward into the snow.
“Say you want my cocks.” The deep, demanding growl of his voice sets my body anew. “Beg for me to fuck you into the earth, rut into you like a gods damned beast, until you scream for me, little one.”
I attempt to swallow, but my mouth is dry.
My tongue feels swollen. The temperature has dropped noticeably since we started this game, a sure sign that my winter-wielding monster is losing his grip.
Nervousness settles in my gut. I know it’ll hurt.
But I trust him. I want him. I’m his and he’s mine, and it’s about damn time I got my cherry popped.
“Please, Jack. Fuck me,” I whine as I sway my hips, enticing him.
I feel the two throbbing heads line up against both my holes.
He spits—once, twice—mixing it with the melted ice and my own dripping desire until I’m soaking wet and ready.
Ready to be fucked by my monster daddy. I attempt to swallow down my nerves but I can’t help the growing tension rolling around in my core.
He pushes in slightly, just enough for the heads to breach my holes.
I groan in pain. His cold cocks are too big; I feel as though I might burst.
“They won’t fit,” I whine between short breaths.
“Relax, litill snaer, you can take it. You were made for me.” And with that, he shoves inside fully.
I scream. The intrusion is so much more, so much deeper than before. The cold burn is overwhelmingly sharp. My eyes prick with tears and a scream rips from my throat. The feeling of being so full, too full, has my entire body on edge.
“Fuck,” Jack hisses from behind me as he holds me tightly by the hips. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He pulls back slightly, and I gasp for breath. A low rumble rips out of his chest and the air turns unbearably colder.
“Your virgin blood is coating my dick, Snow Angel,” he grits out as he shoves back in, knocking the air from my lungs. “Marking me as yours, my perfect little mate.”
He begins to roll his hips, dragging his cocks in and out, in and out, slowly and deliberately.
The pain melts as I relax. In its place, pleasure blooms. The cold turns to a soft warmth as his cocks drive deeper and deeper inside me with every thrust. Each ridge of his twisted members rubs against my insides in a way that has my core clenching.
“Daddy,” I whimper. “I need… I want…”
His tongue unfurls. The unnaturally long muscle licking across my skin—up my thighs, between my legs. The warm, wet forked tongue begins to strum my clit as he continues to fuck me.
“Shit!” I suck in air. “That feels so good. I can’t—Jack—”
“You gonna be a good girl and come around my cocks, you desperate little cum slut?” His words are filthy, despicable, and I can’t get enough.
The bulb at the top of his pubic bone pushes against my back opening, begging to get inside.
But it’s too much. He thrusts deep, so deep I can’t hold back.
His tongue continues to stroke my needy nub between each thrust. The dam bursts and pleasure bursts from me.
My entire body seizes up as blinding pleasure rolls through me.
“Fuck, that’s it, litill snaer,” Jack grunts as he continues to rut into me mercilessly. “Milk these fucking cocks. Show Daddy how badly you want his cum.”
He thrusts me through my orgasm, but he doesn’t stop.
As I start to come down, he picks up his pace, pounding into me relentlessly.
His right hand leaves my hip. A second later, a sharp slap rings through the winter air as his hand hits the flesh of my ass.
The pain mingles with the pleasure that’s rising again in my core.
He spanks me again. This time, I cry out in overstimulated ecstasy.
“I’m gonna stuff you with my cum and you’re gonna take all of it.” He grunts between thrusts as his movements become erratic, both of us closing in on detonating. “I’m going to make you my perfect little breeding whore.”
“Daddy!” I scream as my release hits me. Wave after wave of electricity pulses through me as my entire being convulses.
His cocks thicken inside me, becoming so swollen I think that I’ll burst. He thrusts into me like a wild creature, his possessive touch setting my entire being alight with icy fire. His hips stutter as his own pleasure hits him.
“Já!” he roars as cold begins to pulse inside me. Rope after rope of cold, sticky, sweet cum coats all my inner walls as his thick cocks drive his seed up to my womb. “Take every last drop!”
He grunts as the final spurts of his cum release inside me. My body is frozen, overstimulated, painfully used—and throbbing in pleasure. It’s the best I’ve ever felt.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper between panting breaths.
With a sharp pull on my hair, he pulls me up to him.
My back meets his chest, our sweat-slicked skin sticking together.
I bring my hand up to stroke his horns. They’re rough beneath my touch.
His monstrous mouth pulls into a wicked grin, his sharp teeth gleaming in the moonlight, as he looks down at me.
“You were absolutely perfect, little Snow Angel.”
His praise warms my soul. There’s something so satisfying about having tamed this monstrous man. His cum drips from my ass and my sore pussy down my thighs. It tingles against my skin in the most gentle way. Jack leans in, his lips grazing mine in a surprisingly gentle kiss.
“Let’s get you home and into a warm bath, my queen,” he whispers against my cheek as he moves to pepper kisses along every inch of skin he can reach. “Then round two… and three… and—”
“Are you going to let me rest at all?” I tease as he slides out of me and lifts me in his arms, carrying me bridal style back to the sleigh.
“Nope,” he says with a gleam of pure mischief in his dark eyes. “This year, you’re my Christmas feast.”
Pleasure rolls through my core because, truly, I can’t think of a better way to spend the holidays this year than stuffed full of my Monster Daddy’s candy cane cum. Merry Christmas to me indeed.