I am reborn of shadows and darkness. Of the heart of the mountain. This new version sees everything with freshly opened eyes.
The darkness isn’t truly black at all—it’s a thousand shifting shades of grey. Every contour of the stone floor beneath mepresses against my skin, sharp and unyielding. The air flows over my body, brushing against every fine hair, carrying with it the rich scent of the cave, and the snow and pine scent of the Yeti’s primal musk mingled with my own heated arousal.
What I first mistook for sensory deprivation is, in fact, an overwhelming cascade of sensation. With a sudden burst of understanding, I sit up and gulp down a deep, sweet lungful of air. My chest heaving, I feel a grin stretch across my face, wild and unrestrained.
Iamworth fighting for.
But in the back of my mind, something new takes root, something undeniable. I came here searching for a plant. But in this cave, with this creature, I think I’ve found something else entirely. And I don’t know how I’m supposed to leave it behind.
I turn my head and set my sights unerringly on the Yeti’s face and can see an answering smile blooming. Meeting his beautiful silver gaze, I launch myself at him.
He catches me in his arms and rolls to his back, allowing me to straddle him. My thighs tremble as I settle over the expanse of his chest, the hard ridges of his muscles teasing against my slick flesh. His hands grip my hips, guiding me, sliding me over him, every inch a deliberate torment. Each ridge, each dip, teasing at my sensitive flesh.
Heat pools low in my belly as he moves me higher. I realize, too late, what he’s doing. A sharp inhale breaks the silence as he buries his face between my thighs and breathes me in. I try to hover, to hold myself above him, but I can’t fight the iron grip pulling me closer.
Silver eyes flare up at me as he growls out, “You couldn’t drown me if you tried. I was made to breathe you in.”
My breath stutters, anticipation crackling over my skin like lightning before a storm. I bite my lip, wanting, waiting, until his mouth finally claims me.
I gasp as he drags his tongue through my folds, deliberateand slow, tasting me like something sacred. His groan vibrates against my clit, sending a sharp pulse of pleasure through me. I choke on a moan as his lips close around me, as he feasts on me with a hunger that borders on reverence.
He doesn’t just devour me—I feel him savoring me, like he’s memorizing every shudder, every breathless sound I make as he laps at my arousal and explores every inch of me with his teeth and tongue and lips.
I reach down, threading my fingers into his thick white hair, marveling at the silk-soft strands tangling around my fingers. I fist the locks, gripping tight for leverage as pleasure pools in my belly, but all it does is spur him on.
A growl rumbles against my core, a primal sound of satisfaction that makes my stomach clench. He delves deeper, his tongue spearing into me with devastating precision, stretching me open, wrecking me. My thighs shake as heat radiates from my belly and out through my limbs.
I ride his face, rocking into him, chasing the crest of something unstoppable. His sharp teeth just graze against me, a wicked contrast to the heat of his tongue, and I cry out, my body tightening, chasing the pleasure his skillful mouth promises. When I dare to look down, his silver eyes are open, locked onto mine.
Dark. Starving.Possessive.
I lift and drop my hips, fucking his tongue, gasping as it snakes ever deeper, until the tip is caressing some undiscovered spot inside of me. He helps guide me with his hands, taking over my weight completely as I lose myself to chasing pleasure. My arms shake as I use my grip on his hair to support my weight. I don’t want this feeling to end, I want to live in this moment of bliss for all time but when my hardened clit brushes against his sharp teeth—I explode like a supernova.
Pleasure detonates through me, so raw it strips me bare, leaves every muscle trembling in the aftermath. My movementsare jerky and uncoordinated as I writhe above him, barely conscious of the hands steadying me, of the mouth that refuses to stop, drawing out every last pulse of my release until I am nothing but breathless, spent, undone.
I gasp as he lazily laps at my oversensitive flesh, as if he just can’t stop himself from continuing to feast on me. His large mouth practically engulfs my entire sex as he licks every inch of me clean.
As my orgasm fades away, I’m flooded with the desire to touch him. The curiosity to explore the body of a mythical but very real creature takes hold of my brain. I want to trace every hard line of his body with my fingers, taste every texture with my tongue.
I try to tell myself it’s the scientific part of me wanting to research the unknown. But the truth is ever since he notched his enormous cock at my entrance and filled me with his release, I’ve been thinking about how to fit him inside of me. I need to get a better idea of what I am working with. More data for my hypothesis. The latter being, make it fit.
Breathless, I whisper, “Please, let me touch you.”
The Migoi lifts me effortlessly from his face, setting me down beside him. My legs are weak, trembling, my skin still flushed from the way he just unraveled me.
For a moment, I think he will let me—think he will allow my hands to roam over the body that just drove me to madness. My fingers twitch with the need to explore, to return the pleasure he gave me.
But instead, he stands, towering over me, and shakes his head.
“There is nothing I would love more,” he murmurs, voice dark and rough, thick with restraint. His thumb drags over my bottom lip, teasing, yet reverent. A promise. A warning. “This was just for you.”
With a smile he pulls me by the hand after him. I try to keepup but even with my improved perception, my smaller steps over the unfamiliar and uneven cavern floors are no match for his sure and steady stride.
Noticing this, he scoops me back up against his hot, velvety skin. I can’t help but let out a small noise of contentment at how good he feels pressed against me. In no time, we are passing the pool with its glowing waters and making our way back to the bed next to the fire.
He sets me down gently and passes me a water jug. I had no idea how thirsty I was, and after I chug the sweet cool liquid, I find him holding out a small basket full of fruits, seeds, and nuts.
As I sit and eat, I watch him walk around the cave, straightening some things and folding my now dry clothes. He spins my boots around next to the fire, getting them to dry thoroughly.
