Chapter 17 #2
A large finger probes at my pussy, and the sensation of being completely filled has pleasure spiraling through me. I feel my core begin to clench rhythmically at his finger when he abruptly pulls out.
“No,” I cry out, only to feel two large fingers return to my entrance. I hiss at the stretch as he scissors and twists them inside of me. Slowly the pressure bleeds into pleasure. As my moans pick up, I feel a third finger fighting to slip in with the others.
The stretch is almost unbearable until his tongue is again probing at my ass. As it slips inside, I marvel at the glorious pressure. Never did I imagine I could fit such a volume into my pussy but I had always dreamed of being filled and stretched just like this.
My moans and cries turn into one long incomprehensible torrent as I am overwhelmed by the sensations and pleasure coiling in my belly. He thrusts his fingers and tongue in unison, the thin membrane separating them becoming more sensitized.
He explores every inch of skin inside of me and zeroes in on the exact rhythm and spots that have me begging for more. The sounds of my desire and cries of pleasure echo around us in the cave.
The pressure builds and builds into a crescendo, and I cry out, screaming as I feel fluid drench my thighs, gushing out past the fullness of his fingers.
While I am still gripped by the aftershocks of the intense orgasm, he pulls his hands and mouth away, grips my hips, and lines up his massive cock at my entrance.
Finally, the moment I’ve been waiting for. This is what I wanted. Craved. Hungered for him to mate me in his full Yeti form, no holding back. I spread my knees wider and brace myself on my arms to prepare for the onslaught, thankful he has tried to ready me.
But nothing could have prepared me to take the cock of an eight foot Yeti in rut.
The large tapered head pushes against my opening, pulsing with heat. His hands hold my hips steady as he enters me, his harsh breaths filling the air as he fights to breach my opening. By some miracle my body opens to him, allowing him to slowly sink his monster cock inside me.
It feels twice as large as the last time. Thicker. Longer. Every pulsating vein, every ridge is an exquisite texture sliding over my sensitized nerve endings. My own harsh pants echo in my ears.
He bottoms out against my cervix, but I know I still haven’t taken all of him. He wraps his arms around my body and holds me suspended in front of him, managing to caress my breasts with one hand while the other applies pressure to my belly and clit.
All I can do is lie there, taking his cock as he pushes in a little further after every retreat. I feel my stomach moving with each thrust, and pleasure begins to swell within me. His shaggy soft hair envelops me, his body curled around mine. Pure animalistic pleasure.
I imagine what we must look like, a great beast rutting into a helpless female, and the taboo thought pushes me further into dark decadence. On and on he thrusts, my body goes limp from exhaustion, every muscle shaking, but still he fucks into me, his hips picking up the pace, faster and faster.
Everything blurs into sensation and heat. I can feel him warm even more around me and within me, the large veins that line his impressive cock pulsing. Sweat drips off my body just as my arousal drips down my thighs. Time has lost all meaning, the only thing that exists now is pleasure and heat.
He withdraws only long enough to flip me onto my back.
Sliding one hand under my head and one under my hips, he angles my body and drives into me deeper than ever.
Each long thrust drags against every nerve ending that is on fire.
Each slam of his hips into mine rubs his thick textured curls over my clit in a delicious counter point.
I try to wrap my legs around him, desperate for more, but can barely get them around his body. The caves echo with our shared cries until I feel him growing impossibly larger at his base where we are connected.
I think—is he knotting us together?
His breathing turns harsh, and he buries his face into the juncture of my neck and shoulder. A low growl starts, vibrating from his chest against my skin. It picks up in volume until his whole body is consumed with it, vibrating against me.
I tilt my hips, trying to get more of the delicious sensation directly against my sensitive bundle of nerves. The knot grows and grows, and just when I think it will split me in two, he roars his release and sinks his teeth into my neck.
Great, thick jets of hot cum spurt into me, bathing my insides in scalding heat. I scream with him, my voice hoarse, body convulsing as my own release wracks through me at the sensation of being filled with liquid fire.
His movements finally still, but his knot remains firmly inside of me, holding his release within. He wraps his arms around my waist and rolls to his back, carrying me with him. I burrow into his fur and warmth, filled with his seed and sealed with his knot.
I try to shift my hips but find we are fused together, which suits me just fine. There is nowhere else I would rather be, than right here with him.
“Eryon,” I whisper into his velvet skin, my voice raspy from screaming.
“Mhm,” he mumbles in reply.
“The tea you gave me—,” I start, but he lays his finger across my lips, silencing my question before I can voice it.
“I knew you were my mate from the first time I saw you looking for the plant. The way you were bent over, that sweet ass on display for me,” he quips as he grabs a double handful of that same body part and chuckles.
Voice turning serious he says, “Then the sun lit up your hair like the most beautiful sunset I’ve ever seen in all my long years of existence, and all I could think about was sinking my hands deep into your curls and sliding my cock between your lips.”
I feel him begin to lengthen again inside of me, my insides turning molten as he slowly slides his hands up from ass to bury them deep in my hair. Tilting my head up to meet my eyes, his voice turns soft but insistent.
“But when I saw your eyes, shimmering like the winter star itself in the moonlight, I knew you were a gift from the gods of creation, and I loved you from that moment. The flower was always meant to be yours, Sruhnar.”
He begins to slowly thrust inside of me again, reflecting the intensity of his words as he continues. “So yes, I hid it in your bag even when it broke my heart to send you away.”
Another powerful stroke fills me, pulling a gasp from my lips as he declares, “I was a fool. A hurt one, but a fool nonetheless. So, when you swept back into my life like the north winds and then tried to sacrifice yourself for me, you’re damn right I poured its healing elixir down your throat.”
His hips pick up a punishing pace as he stares deep into my soul.
He gives a small shake of my head as his hands tremble with intensity.
Each declaration punctuated with a thrust, he vows, “I will never, never, be separated from you again. You are my mate, Sruhnar, my winter star, and nothing, not even death, can take you from me.”
I detonate around him, overflowing with his love and the intensity of knowing—I love him just as fiercely.