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Ravaged by the Yeti

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Et2bruttus

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Digging the pick into the ice, the man narrowed his eyes against the rising wind. Kyle Chambers' gear was brightly coloured, perhaps overly so, for climbing one of the most dangerous peaks in the Himalayas, if not the highest, the man muttering under his breath as he scaled the treacherous route. Going up nearly vertically, he could only trust the ropes to hold him, a shapeless figure beneath the cold weather gear. And he wasn't so sure after all just how much he could trust those.

Kyle should have been able to see more than simple snow and rock before him, but the first shards – not flakes – of snow cut into his face like the blades of many knives, seeking out every bit of warmth he had left in his body to sap it from his very veins. He'd been on many hikes before, all with his wife, who accompanied and dragged him out on each and every one, but something about the Himalayas held a raw aura of the untamed that had caught him each and every time. But now it seemed destined to defeat him, body and mind.

Kyle grunted and struggled, heaving up and up and up to where the line of white suddenly cut off into something softer – another mountain? Another peak? No matter where it was: it boded a rest and he put every ounce of strength into reaching that as his goggles slipped and ice froze into crystal lines in his hair.

And then he was there, up and over with a gasp and a sigh that may have been longer coming than he would have liked to admit. His heart pounded and yet he still had the presence of mind to offer his hand down to his wife, Lisa, for her to take. However, she batted it lightly aside, hauling herself up by the ropes to join him, cheeks red and rosy with vitality and that thrill for life he'd always loved about her. With the snow goggles obscuring her vision, she wiped them clear of snow and let out a triumphant cry, raising a fist to the elements. And, in that moment, it seemed that nothing could or would defeat her, her defiance echoing along the winding paths of the wind.

Taking her by the shoulders, Kyle drew her in close to the rock face and under an overhang that held the marks of travellers long past. He wondered how many of those had never made it to their destination and pushed the thought from his mind as swiftly as it had appeared.

“We've got to get out of this!" He shouted, putting his mouth close to her ear to be heard. “We've got to keep going up – find shelter!"

Stubbornly, Lisa shook her head and, although her lips moved, he could not hear. Cursing faintly under his breath – not that the wind would have allowed him a voice anyway – Kyle pointed up, his lips set into a firm, hard line. And, although she would ever be the thrill-seeker, perhaps she recognised a greater danger in the rapidly changing weather conditions and, conflict wavering across her half-obscured face, gave in.

Blonde ponytail trapped beneath her coat, Lisa rolled her shoulders and cracked her knuckles, one by one, working herself up for the last leg to come. Once again, her lips moved, but whether she was simply too softly spoken to be heard or that the wind was too high, he could not tell.

“What?"

Kyle shook his head and held up his hands, though could not give much expression to the gesture with his hands encased, albeit warmly, in gloves. Giving up, Lisa stepped ahead of him and took the lead, and the shape that her lips made could only have formed one word.

“Follow!"

And so follow he did, stepping where she stepped as they scaled a few more metres of increasingly steep rock face to a white plateau above. Up there, although the going was, at least, more level, the snow made them flounder, staggering through the powder as it dragged them back like quicksand. But it had a far more deadly, freezing influence than what would only pull them down into its hold and Kyle's breath raked through his chest with every hard-won breath, head down and driving his guiding stick into the snow at every step. It wouldn't stop him from stumbling into a snow drift, if there was one, but it at least may give him a little warning of any dangers.

And then Lisa's red hood moved to the right, across his line of sight, and he blinked frantically, rushing to follow her and dropping to his knees. Staggering upright with a groan, he started to find himself parallel with a white cliff – whether rock, pure snow or ice, he could not have said in the moment, however. He reeled, unknowing of how he got so close to the obstacle without even knowing it was there, snow whipping manically around his face. But all he could do was follow his wife, legs stiff and sluggish, as she disappeared around an outcrop of a somewhat different shade and into blessed peace and stillness.

His heart leapt – a cave! The mere notion of it made his fingertips warm once more, though the gloves had, admittedly, kept the worst of the chill out. They were, however, perhaps not as outfitted for the raging elements as they could have been. But Lisa had not wanted to delay their trip…

The cave rang still and quiet, a terribly welcome respite for the cold outside. Ducking around the corner, they may as well have been plunged into a false night, for all they could see in the eerie blue glow of the outside world. The wind howled and Kyle sucked in a frozen breath, blindly feeling his way along the wall deeper into the cavern until something wet and slick slid beneath his glove. Shuddering, he stepped back, chest rising and falling rapidly, as his more composed wife dropped her pack on the floor and yanked off a glove to rummage inside.

“Hang on, I have a lantern," she muttered, feeling within. “It's got to be here somewhere… Near the top, I put it. I was sure it was near the top!"

Kyle eyed her dubiously.

“I hope it wasn't glass."

Lisa rolled her eyes.

“No, it was definitely shatterproof. Do you really think I'd make a mistake like that?"

Kyle chuckled sheepishly, but no answer was needed to that one – nor was it expected. Lisa retrieved the lantern with a flourish and flicked it on. Of course, it was electric; nothing that needed matches was typically used except in a dire emergency. Though Kyle wasn't so sure he knew what counted as a dire emergency anymore – not after all of his adventures with Lisa, all at her beckoning and whim, that was.

Lisa held up the lantern, letting the comparatively weak light spill into the cave, their only light in a very literal storm. The interior of the cave they'd found was terribly plain and boring, however, even if that was perhaps a blessing in disguise. There could have very easily been some manner of animal droppings alluding to a creature that also used the space beyond the nook to shelter from the ravaging weather. Kyle shuddered, kicking a loose stone across the floor. Icicles trailed from the roof of the cave, which was not so high that they could not see,

“So, what are we going to do now?" He said, peering into the pool of light cutting into the gloom. “Wait for the storm to clear and head back down?"

Lisa blinked at him, lower jaw slack.

“And why on earth would we ever do that? We're not all that far from the easiest part of the climb!"

Kyle winced.

“And still a good distance from the end. If this hangs around, we're never going to make it."

Huffing, Lisa folded her arms and rocked back on her heels, the lantern on the stony ground at her feet.

“Well, you go back then, on your own. I'm getting to the top like I always said I would," she declared, chin tilted up defiantly. “I don't know why you'd ever even think of quitting halfway through."

They weren't halfway through their trek, but Kyle, very wisely, kept his mouth shut and slid down to the cave floor, back scraping down the cold wall as he sought to rest his sore and tired body. Without the distraction of the climb, every ache and pain that he'd racked up thus far rang through his body, calves throbbing even as he groaned and sought to soothe them with the world's worst massage through his gloved hands.

“Hey... It'll be okay," she said soothingly, words soft in the backdrop of the howling storm outside. “It'll all be worth it when we make the climb. Just like it is every time."

He grunted and slid his gaze away as Lisa plopped down beside him. Her leg brushed his, but he couldn't even feel it through his snow pants. Eyes flicking briefly over her lumpy body, only so due to the careful layers of clothing she wore, he was suddenly struck by the mental image of her naked on their marriage bed, arms flung out behind her head as she arched up from the bedspread. Kyle gulped and rubbed his throat, cheeks flushing with welcome warmth. It was not quite the time for thoughts like that, he had to admit, but it was funny how she could arouse such a need in him even after they'd been together for so long.

Some desires simply never died.

Lisa fiddled with her glasses, taking them off and making a face at the dirt and grime encrusted on them. Her husband's mind wandered, thinking of her putting her glasses on their little, rickety bedside table at the end of a long day, only to crawl into his arms as his shaft hardened against her thigh. He'd push into her as she spread her legs to welcome him in to her warmth, arms tight around his back as they made love in the dark of the night where it was only him and her, the two of them, always and forever. His heart warmed. Just as it should have been.

As if suddenly realising that she was not alone in the cave, Lisa started and twitched away from him.

“What?" She said, throwing her husband a sidelong look. “What are you staring at?"

Kyle took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, nuzzling the back of her hand through her glove.

“You, darling."

Lisa blushed and tried to pull her hand away, but he had it in too tight a grasp for her to withdraw, however playfully she wanted to do so.

“Oh... How can you be thinking of something like that at a time like this?"

Smiling, Kyle shook his head.

“You just bring it out in me. And, besides..." He quirked an eyebrow suggestively. “We do have to wait until the storm clears, don't we?"

“Yes. But what are you getting at?"

“Well, I wouldn't want you to be bored..." He leaned in closer, lips a hair's breadth from hers. “Or cold."

Lisa's eyes sparkled, but she didn't lean into his embrace, one hand half-raised as if to touch him and yet frozen, like the chill outside, halfway, perpetually in a state of motion.

“No," she breathed. “I wouldn't want that. And we do..."

She trailed off, pressing her lips sweetly to his as their breath mingled. His hand cupped her chin and they forgot the storm raging outside, wind whipping up the flakes of snow into deadly shards that would have stung their bare faces if they had so dared to continue on. But they would do better to relax in the warmth of one another, using their body heat in the more untraditionally traditional manner possible to allow the passing of time.

There was not much of their clothing that could be removed, in acknowledgement to the bitterness of the wilderness, but there was enough that they could do. There was no thrill in the risking of discovery – who would be out hiking in such vile weather? They had been crazy to set off themselves! – but an illicit enjoyment in doing what was supposed to have been behind closed doors and yet was not.

Slipping off his glove, Kyle moaned into his wife's mouth and pushed his hand into Lisa's snow pants, only undoing the top button so as to keep her as warm as possible. That didn't stop his fingers from pushing deeper, over the cotton of her shockingly sensible underwear and into the increasingly wet patch of arousal between her thighs. Kyle groaned. Lisa got as wound up as him sometimes, eyeing him sidelong as he undressed before coercing him – it didn't really take all that much coercion – into bed for something besides sleep.

He found her entrance, knowing her body as well as he knew his own, and Lisa's breath caught as two digits gently eased her open. Her sexual juices were slick on his fingers as he pushed deeper, winding the gloved fingers of his free hand into her hair, holding her to him as her tongue danced between his lips. She explored his mouth lustfully and Kyle melted into her, fingers grinding and thrusting up to the most sensitive patch of nerves in pussy.

The effect on Lisa was electric. As if caught by a superior force, she moaned into his mouth and arched up to his hand, thrusting and gyrating her hips. It was rare that he got such a chance to observe her in the throes of such lust and took full advantage of it, letting her body squirm and grind into his touch even as her lips softly broke from hers.

Lisa's lips moved and he leaned in close to hear her whispers.

“Ah, Kyle..."

“Yes?"

Her eyes burned.

“Fuck me."

The crudity shocked him and he shuddered, but Lisa's lips were on his throat, kissing and nipping as his cock throbbed, drooling pre-cum into his underwear. A sharp bite drew a tremble from him and Kyle grunted, trying to work his pants down even as his eyes swung over his wife's head to the rocks at the back of the cave. The lantern had tipped over, spilling the light in a new direction, and his eyebrows shot into his hairline.

“Lisa?"

Grumbling, she lifted her lips from his throat, Kyle's Adam's apple quivering lustfully.

“What? Are you seriously stopping me now? You went and started this!"

Kyle stood, pulling her with him as his brow furrowed. It didn't help that his cock was still hard and yearning in his pants with not even the briefest of touches from her soft, warm hands to hold him through. Lisa scowled darkly and made a face, eyes dropping to his half-unzipped pants.

“Well?" She snapped. “You better have a good reason for this!"

Kyle turned her and pointed to the back of the cave.

“I think there's more to this place than we realised."

And he was right – for once. Collecting the lantern, Lisa padded to what they had presumed was the back of the cave and cast the light into encroaching darkness. What had looked like the end of the cavern hooked round into a dark nook – a passage that stretched back and back to a place where even the glow of her lantern could not reach. A dark streak of moisture streaked the wall at about shoulder height and, breath hitching, she collected a clump of dirty grey hair from a rough outcrop. Kyle buttoned his pants, coming up behind her with a rustle of many layers of clothes.

“What's this?"

She held the hair close to the lantern, lips pursed.

“I'm not sure. Snow leopard."

Kyle grimaced.

“Not at that height. And it wouldn't be that dark either, I'm sure."

“Have you seen a snow leopard?"

“Well, no, but..."

“But nothing – there's something else in here." She wrinkled her nose. “And it's not going to be pretty if it comes back and finds us where it makes its nest."

Kyle sighed and ran his fingers back through his hair, clumped down and messy from the thick hood of his coat.

“I'm fairly sure snow leopards don't make nests."

“Beside the point. Let's make sure this really is deserted before we continue our fun."

She fluttered her eyelashes at her husband and Kyle's heart skipped a beat. There very probably wasn't something there – surely the main cave would reek if there'd been a beast present at all recently? – and they could return to soothing the fiery need in the pit of his belly soon enough. Kyle smiled and followed his wife wordlessly, eyes fixed on her buttocks, though he had to imagine their shape.

“Look," Lisa breathed, pointing to the floor.

She didn't need to say more – the tracks were obvious. Larger than any print had any right to be, the dirt around them was scraped up as if by short, yet thick, claws and more tufts of fur clung to the walls as if, perhaps, the creature that they belonged to was not so distant after all. He sweated. Did fur even decompose in such frigid conditions? He didn't have the knowledge of the world that Lisa did, but the thought of some beast rounding the corner to find a packaged supper of human flesh, bone and sinew was hardly, by any stretch of the adventurous imagination, appealing.

Kyle gulped. What to do? Leave or stay? Had the creature been there recently or had it been longer since it had returned to its den? But Lisa was already padding on further down the passage, the pool of light encircling her boots following as she went.

“Lisa," he hissed. “Lisa, we shouldn't go after it. If we hide out in the main bit, we can leave before anything gets here. Nothing will be moving in that storm, we're perfectly safe."

“But what if it's deeper?" Her eyes turned on him, dark and intense. “I have to know."

He pressed his palm to his forehead.

“But why do you have to know?"

Pushing her glasses all the way up her nose – he'd forgotten what she looked like without contacts – she rocked back on her heels and surveyed him closely.

“Are you not even a little bit curious?"

Not one little bit.

He could have spoken up, but there was little point when Lisa was beckoning him on, lips curved up in that familiar, wicked smile of hers. For a geek, she had the ability to make herself look pretty damn cute at times too. Against himself, Kyle's heart softened just a little bit, for her. It was all she needed.

“Come on then!"

Breaking into a light jog – if anything was there, it would have heard them coming anyway – Lisa called him after her, her steps as light and steady as she could make them. Everything about her exuded an air of confidence and he couldn't help but want to follow her lead, let her adventure take him where it willed.

Where she willed.

Deeper and deeper they wound, although he could not have said how long they walked for, slowing only when Lisa's initial burst of adrenaline slipped away like the wind dying down after a raging, howling night. There was little sound within the cavern and Kyle yearned for the white outside, regardless of the inclement weather, if only for the space it allowed and the land he knew how to traverse, if not with a particularly great amount of skill.

Caving? He suppressed his shudder, feeling as if the cavern itself was groaning with him. That was one adventure Lisa had not taken him on as yet.

Hang on...

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Kyle paused, stilling so that he could better listen. Was that actually a groan? Something deeper in the cave? His heart leapt into his throat.

“Lisa?"

She did not respond.

“Lisa?"

Stopping dead in her tracks, Kyle ended up ahead of her, turning on his heel once he'd realised she'd stopped. Heart pounding, he licked his dry, cracked lips and held up a finger for quiet.

“I think I hear something."

But it was too late. As she tilted her head to listen, the rumble grew louder, a crack ricocheting through the cavern, somewhere above their heads. Lisa screamed and hurled herself backwards as the first rocks fell, dust clouding the air. Kyle's eyes streamed and he staggered away, horrified, but he could not battle his way through the sudden rock fall, the passage crumbling and collapsing around them.

Falling backwards, he covered his head and yelled for Lisa under the rumbling of his world coming down around his ears dimmed to a dull, throbbing roar.

And when the dust cleared, all that greeted him was a solid wall of rock, broken off shards tumbling down still in the wake of the real fall. Blinking at it for but a moment, the young man let out a strangled cry and hurled himself bodily at the wall, clawing and digging and shifting what he could. His gloves allowed him at least some protection from the rough edges, but the thought of his own safety, or lack of, did not once cross his mind. The passage could have collapsed around his ears – hell, it had once already! – at any point, but all he could think of was that his wife was on the other side.

Alive or dead? That remained to be seen.

“Kyle!"

His heart leapt. Alive! She was alive! And he had to get to her! He growled and dug into the rocks, heaving them aside in the darkness as he thought of the torch buried right at the bottom of his pack – right where it was of damn little use to him!

“Kyle!"

“What?" He shouted back through the rocks, though he was certain his voice would only be as muffled as hers was. “What's there? Are you okay? Lisa!"

But, as much as he shouted, Lisa did not reply. And, if he'd been on the other side of the rocks, he would have seen just why she no longer dared raise her voice.

Cowering against the rock fall, for it suddenly seemed like the safest place in the entire cave system, Lisa gaped, opening and closing her mouth several times as a strangled gargle bubbled up from her throat. It was not a sound that any human being should have justly made, but there was no word that could have been used to describe the hulking, snorting beast clambering down the cave before her.

It moved like an ape – that was the first comparison she came up with. With massive, rounded shoulders, it heaved itself forward on its knuckles, which bent back at an angle that would have been shockingly painful for a human, if even possible. Its face was bare too, shaped like a chimpanzee's, and could have been pink if it had not been encrusted with dirt and grime in each and every wrinkle. The small eyes gleamed dark and beady in a face that seemed entirely too large for them, matted fur clustering thickly around the patch of exposed skin. And, whereas that fur had perhaps once been white to blend in with the unforgiving landscape, it had long since been render a dirty, grimy grey, unkempt and knotted beyond the point of no return.

Lisa had never before seen a creature who had so clearly fallen on hard times, but the yeti was one. The word sprung to her mind unbidden and she gasped as the massive, hairy beast, which almost seemed too large to squeeze itself through to the admittedly wider set of the tunnel where she cowered, advanced, grunt by grunt. A flat nose with two curves that had to be nostrils snuffled wetly and Lisa held her breath, though knew in the pit of her gut that pretending she wasn't there wouldn't save her.

Could legends be true? Her heart pounded, an invisible hand tightening around her throat. What did that mean for the yeti, if that's what it was? Did it eat people? Of course, that question had to come to the forefront of her mind, badgering its way past all else to demand an answer that she had not the stomach to give. It could be true and it may not be true, but the doubt in just what a wild animal could do to her in an enclosed, terrifying space seized hold of her heart.

Closer and closer it paced, eyes fixed on her – but for what reason? Escape wasn't possible, even if she squeezed herself right in the grimy walls, she wouldn't be able to get past the yeti with his bulk taking up so much space. And if she ran at him, then what? He'd probably chomp her head clean off and thank her for being such an easy meal to slither down his throat!

As the beast pushed its flat face up to hers, growling and snuffling like a pig, she closed her eyes and waited for the end to come. Rancid breath washed over her as a growl rumbled up from the beast.

I love you, Kyle...

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And yet, there was no end coming. No snap of jaws around her throat or claws rending her in a bloody splatter from shoulder to hip. There was only a light touch, as if from a lover's touch, fingers trailing down her front with shocking tenderness.

Afraid of the dark and afraid of the light, lantern still clutched, trembling, in both hands, Lisa cracked open one eye. The yeti was right there before her – of course, he was – stroking her coat as if he couldn't quite understand what it was. And she thought, absurdly in the moment, that it must have been very strange for a wild animal to encounter such a strange coat of fur that neither felt like it contained warmth or protection or the capacity to do so. Whereas it would not protect her from those cracked claws, however, the coat was warm and Lisa gulped as she sweated within it.

Space. Her eyes locked onto the open cave over the yeti's shoulder. She could run if she chose to, but that would mean leaving Kyle behind in the pitch black. She'd heard him, quite clearly at that. He was still alive, but what if one of the yeti's friends – heavens, what if it had young in a nest somewhere? – found him and made quick work of him? Hellfire, she couldn't say either way whether the one pawing at her front with a strange little gargling gasp wasn't going to have a good go at her still.

Adrenaline pumped through her veins and she shifted her weight back onto her heels, the mass of the beast a grey-white blur in her peripheral vision as he lowered that massive head of his. Out. She had to try. She had to get help. Lisa licked her lips – and leapt.

Yet she'd barely made it a foot off the ground towards prospective freedom when the beast's arm encircled her and slammed her back to the wall. Dazed, Lisa's head rolled from shoulder to shoulder as the yeti's head lowered, snuffling at her stomach through the thick coat.

“Please..." She whispered, though she was sure that a beast like that had no sense of mercy. “Don't..."

But the yeti didn't know what human words meant and pressed her back against the wall with a low, rumbling growl. A large paw that was almost more hand than anything that should have been present on an animal closed around her hip, dragging her lower body out to him and Lisa squealed as the waistband of her pants was yanked out viciously. The clothing cut into her lower back, but she caught herself in time, hands halfway to shoving off, or at least attempting to, the beast that had his head down even lower than her stomach, snuffling continuously.

Just what did it want? She whimpered and clutched her hands to her chest as the creature grunted and pulled harder at her pants, the material holding in testament to their craftsmanship. He snarled, a sound that should not have come from an ape, and pulled harder and harder, the zip finally, tediously giving way and allowing the pants to slip down to her thighs.

She reeled from the blast of cold on her pale legs, but the beast shoved his face up into her crotch and took several shallow breaths, heating up her inner thighs in a manner that was not entirely unpleasant. Clamping her mouth shut to cut off a scream that she suddenly did not dare release, Lisa's cheeks glowed crimson. What the hell? An animal was...what? How was that even possible? She could not put words to what was happening, but she knew the set and determination of an aroused male when she saw one. The tip of his black tongue flicking out against her damp folds, pressing through the thin cotton of her underwear, was, admittedly another dead giveaway.

But she wasn't a yeti! She protested, though could not form the words as she opened and closed her mouth several times, eyes wide and bulging. He couldn't be interested in her like that! The yeti, however, was hardly dissuaded by the fact that she was not of his kind as he found the source of the scent and whooped excitedly, hopping on all fours, knuckles slamming into the ground. For a moment, she feared he had hurt himself, but the beast grabbed her hard around the waist and she barely had a chance to scream before his dirty paw was between her legs.

And, as if he had done it all before, he found her entrance with the rounded tip of one digit, the claw blessedly blunted nearly all the way down, most likely from his manner of walking. Her panties pulled to the side and Lisa gasped as one thick finger drove into her, right up to the knuckle. As large as two of her husband's fingers combined, if not more, he stretched her out with terrifying gentleness, working his paw back and forth as he crooned deep in his throat and nuzzled into her stomach. Tentatively, Lisa put her hands on his head and, when the yeti did not react, gave him a gentle push, heart hammering in her chest all the while.

“Um..." She swallowed, striving to clear her throat. “You have to... Um... Ah..."

But her words devolved into a low moan as her head fell back against the cave wall, the yeti stretching her out with another fat finger that squeezed into her wet pussy. Perhaps it would not have been so easy for him to finger her if she had not already been soaked from her husband's teasing – damn him! – but the yeti had found a female that he deemed willing and grunted like the animal he was as he investigated his catch, working his fingers harder and faster as her breath caught in her throat.

Lisa should have tried to disengage him again, but something stopped her, her body reacting to the beast's touch even as crumbling and grinding rock told her that her husband was getting closer to them, tunnelling his way through the blockage. Her heart pounded and she clutched the lantern more tightly to her chest, light shivering on the walls as the beast licked the light curl of hair on her crotch, fingers curling up inside her to hit just the right spot.

She couldn't help it. It didn't matter that her husband was trapped on the other side of the rock fall in a cave system that neither of them knew or understood the workings of. He was fine. And her life could very well rest on letting the creature do as he willed with her, at least until help came. The yeti dragged his fingers out of her, leaving her terribly hollow for a moment, and rammed his tongue in, groaning as he lapped up her juices with his thick, fleshy tongue. Lisa moaned and arched into him, eyes half-lidded as his tongue inadvertently pulled up and over her clit, lapping up as much of her copious arousal as he possibly could. No, she could not deny her body.

So what was wrong with a little pleasure?

Three fingers slammed back into her with renewed urgency, a tongue trailing around them with an air of something so close to sensual that it was frightening in its humanity. Groaning, Lisa rocked her hips lightly into the yeti's paw, shivering as his free paw squeezed and groped her body, focusing on her buttocks. It was mere exploration, she was sure, in testing her readiness, but, in that moment alone, she couldn't find it in herself to care.

Orgasm rushed on her in a heated wave that brought fresh life to frozen limbs and she cried out with shocking lust as her hips rocked into the yeti's paw. He grunted and pressed his face up between her legs as if trying to get as much of her scent into his system as possible, but neither the woman or the beast noticed another rock falling away to reveal a single eye peering through a dark hole. The lantern light tipped down, allowing Kyle the briefest of glimpses of his wife climaxing on the yeti's paw, but her moans remained in testament to her abject pleasure even as the light swung away once more. Kyle reeled and fell back, but scrambled back to the hole he made just as quickly, his wife's groans of lust and desire echoing off the walls. The yeti grunted and, against himself, Kyle shivered, one hand clapped over his mouth.

He should have looked away and yet he could not, listening and watching for the glimpses he could get in the light of his wife's body, so easily ravaged and taken by a creature – an animal! And what even was that thing? Thick grey-white fur blocked his vision and Kyle sucked in a breath as something far more terrifying than a creature simply getting his wife off swung into view.

For what Lisa had not seen, as she climaxed, was the yeti's cock pushing from a sheath hidden in the mass of matted fur at the base of his stomach. Much like where it resided on a human male, his cock jutted out obscenely, the tip taped to a slightly rounded point and dripping with a gleam of thick pre-cum. A dark shaft, it bulged towards the centre and tapered in again before coming to the widest point at the base – a breeding pole that could not have, in any way, been human.

And the beast intended to see just how much of it a human female could take.

Lapping up the last drops of sweet honey as her orgasm tapered off, the yeti heaved himself back and Lisa with him. In a daze, she barely registered the beast's arms encircling her, but she did squeal when he hefted her clean off the floor. Hanging there with her legs dangling, she saw the hole in the rocks and instinctively clawed for it, but the yeti had other ideas than letting her get to the husband that she didn't know was watching every moment of her debasement.

And he saw everything. Well, in the flashes of light from the wildly swinging lantern, their beastly shadow slashed intermittently across the wall. Lisa's pants ripped, giving up with a long, rending tear to hang dangle from her ankles and, well, her panties were long gone too during the course of the beast's attention. Pulling her back to his massive chest, the yeti grunted and growled in her ear as he lowered her down, feeling for her pussy with that long, eager shaft of his. She could not know what was happening until it was too late and he crammed the head of it into her the very second he felt the warmth of her pussy lips squeeze around him.

Lisa screamed.

Kyle gasped.

“No!"

But no one was there to hear him and those that were in earshot had other things on their mind. As if knowing that she was not of his kind and, perhaps, a side more fragile, the yeti handled her with surprising delicacy, easing the smaller woman down onto his colossal shaft. And, as the bulge in the middle stretched her out, a moan burst unbidden from her lips, her pussy stretching and straining to take him.

Briefly, she was thankful that he'd at least crammed his fingers into her first, but the creature seemed to sense that she was more prepared for him than most, pumping his cock into her in long, slow strokes. Lisa tried to swallow, but could not past the lump in her throat, dropping the lantern with a loud clatter that the yeti didn't pause to recognise. His chest vibrated lightly against her back as he thrust and, suddenly, the cold of her bare legs didn't seem all that bad anymore, boots still comically secured on both feet. Against herself, Lisa giggled, though it was a manic sort of giggle that should have really been a sob as she submitted to a beast, allowing herself to be taken as no woman should.

Quietly, out of sight of the two, at least temporary, lovers, Kyle tried to move more of the rocks, though the degree of difficulty was increased due to his need to be quiet. It didn't help that he kept stopping to check on Lisa, heart twisting with equal amounts of worry and fear. What would happen to her when the beast was done with her? Would he cast her aside? Eat her? Attack?

He swallowed. Would the yeti attack him?

Yes, stealth had to be his closest friend for this time and Kyle caught himself holding his breath as he dug quietly, one eye on the happenings as his cock throbbed and swelled with blood. But he didn't have to pay attention to that. That was a problem he'd deal with later. Much later.

Moaning like a slut as the yeti bounced her on his cock, his strong paws holding her up with shocking ease, Lisa flung her arms back around his neck, chest arching up and out as if pulled by a puppeteer's strings. She could not tell how much of his cock was left to thrust into her, but she didn't care either, that thrill-seeking side wanting every inch of it and more. Lisa parted her lips and gasped, head lolling back to his warm chest as she held onto him, each of his thrusts slamming into her with a lewd squelch of their combined fluids. She had no doubt that every throb of pre-cum that pulsed into her eased his passage further and further and, somehow, her cunny managed to stretch around him, the tip easing just up to that inner barrier inside her that could not be passed.

The yeti huffed over her head, hot, sickly breath ruffling her hair, but Lisa only leaned back into him all the more, succumbing to sensation as her cunny drooled a mixture of pre-cum and her own arousal. It was impossible to deny the taboo nature of the act as he swung her down to the floor, allowing her barely enough time to get her arms and legs beneath her as he took her like an animal, amidst the dirt and the muck. Pressing her cheek to the cold cave floor, she obligingly, shamefully, raised her buttocks for him and moaned lustfully, begging without words for the yeti to do with her as he willed, just as he willed.

But the beast was not prey to such a luxury as human emotion and was only interested in using her as a breeding hole with one purpose and one purpose alone. His body stretched out more into a canine or feline shape – she could hardly tell from where she was beneath him – claws scraping across stone as he threw his back end into each and every thrust. And they took Lisa's breath away, his hips slamming into hers and driving her across the cave. Her snow pants, blessedly, caught under her knees – or at least the shreds of what remained – but that didn't stop her from being driven up to the rock fall that separated her from her quietly tunnelling husband, giving him a prime view, if covertly, of the thick shaft ploughing her.

Kyle swallowed, but tried to focus, using the beast's distraction to through himself into his digging, tunnelling through to the one he loved more than anything else in the world. And he'd do anything for her – fight the yeti, if it came to that. He was her knight in shining armour and she would forever be his sweet, geeky Lisa.

It was hard to think her sweet, however, as she moaned and did her best to rock back on a beast's cock, lips parted for breath that never seemed to be quite enough for lungs that simply had to be burning. Feral and animalistic in his inherent nature, the yeti's head hung, slavering, over his wife's, long ropes of drool trailing down to the floor. Stifling a groan, Kyle hefted a huge chunk of rock away, pre-cum dampening a cold patch inside his underwear.

Lisa didn't see him, but, somehow, she knew he was there. Her cheeks flushed, sweat trickling down between her shoulder blades beneath the thick coat and she hung her head as the yeti had his way with her. Again, she told herself that there was nothing she could do to stop him, as if she needed that reassurance for herself, but the tip of his cock crushed up beside her cervix, his furry sheath just tickling her pussy lips. Her eyes grew wide. Had she really taken all of it? By the heavens – it may as well have been splitting her open from the inside out!

But it felt good, oh so very good. Better than any of the toys that Kyle had used on her when they were having fun and much, much bigger than her husband's dick – that really went without saying. And Kyle had never fucked her with such vigour, too shy and gentle for her tastes.

Lisa hacked a laugh, baring her teeth in what could have been a grin. Maybe a yeti had been what she needed all along!

The beast grunted and she moaned back at him, trying to squeeze down around his cock and finding herself too lewdly stretched to even control her own muscles. Her arms trembled as he bore more of his weight down on her back and she groaned as she fought to hold herself up, if only for the grand finale that was sure to come.

And it was every bit as raggedly beautiful as she'd known it would be, from the very first moment his cock rammed into her. The yeti huffed and grunted, a feral creature true to his nature. The space between Lisa and the ground grew smaller and smaller, her chest borne down to the dirt as her arse raised, impaled on the beast's cock. She was nothing more than a warm, wet hole to be used as he pleased and something deep and primal inside her clung on to that, letting the cord inside her wind tighter and tighter until it snapped to a crescendo.

She'd never done it with Kyle either, but something in the beast drew her orgasm out of her at the precise moment the first burst of hot seed – how was she able to feel something so intimate? – splashed against her cervix, cock jammed into her as deep as he could possibly go. She shuddered, helpless, and moaned loudly, climax claiming her in body and mind, coursing through her like rising floodwaters set on breaking down the dam that could have been her willpower. The yeti snarled and let out a series of short, sharp grunts that seemed to punctuate his rapid, flooding bursts of seed. Lisa panted, sweat trickling between her breasts, heat searing through her body right down to the tips of her fingers.

World narrowing to one of sexual pleasure and a lustful, passionate beast giving her the best and only joint orgasm of her life, Lisa groaned out as pulse after pulse of climax rippled through her. One moment blended into the next and she lost all sense of time, cum oozing out around the creature's thick length as the widest part of his cock kept her stretched open into a lewd 'O' throughout his climax.

And, only when he was good and done, the final trickles of seed dripping from his tip, did he shift his bulk back and away from her. Lisa gasped, heaving for breath she had not known she'd needed and blinked rapidly in the dim light of the lantern. The yeti knew only to do one thing when his climax was good and done and, even before his cock had softened and receded into its sheath, he slouched down in a corner of the cave, seemingly content to settle down to sleep.

Lisa sat up shakily, breasts rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath, pressing one hand to her chest. The beast's seed trickled wetly from her cunt as she pushed herself onto all fours, head hanging and hair half-dragged out of her ponytail. But she was not alone.

Locking eyes with her husband through the tiny tunnel he'd made through the rocks, she held a finger to her lips and blinked away a single tear. The yeti grumbled, shifting as he looked for a more comfortable position. Explanations would have to wait.

But he could not be quieted for long, questions brimming over his lips as he ran through everything in his head, each rampant scene playing over and over again in his head as he tried and failed to recommence his digging. Once the beast slumbered more deeply, however, in a great pile of snoring fur, Kyle hissed to his wife through the hole he'd made.

“Lisa. Lisa."

Hunkered down against the wall, she jerked out of a light doze, blinking several times in the pitch black before realising, with a juddering shock, just where she was. It took her only a moment to shift onto her hands and knees, however, her survival instinct that had made her such a thrill-seeker in the first place kicking in. The yeti grumbled in his sleep and scratched his stomach, but she took advantage of his slumber to crawl to the hole and rest her cheek against it, stone digging lightly into her skin.

Kyle peered through at her, forehead creased with worry. But there was only a sliver of light from the lantern left, the beam holding steady even as the battery wore on. Lisa licked her lips. She didn't dare turn it off. A beast in the dark would be worse still than one in the light, even if the battery would not hold forever.

Her husband reached for her through the hole he'd made, but their fingertips could not quite touch. She shivered and crossed her legs, rubbing her thighs.

“Lisa, you're cold."

She held down a laugh, though it would have been dry humour at best.

“Is that the best you can say? Maybe something about..." She took a deep breath. “I know you saw, Kyle."

He closed his eyes.

“You did what you had to do. What else could you have done?"

Relief flooded her chest, a knot loosening there that she had not truly known had been present.

“Really? You're not mad?"

“It's..." He scratched his head, trying to focus on the creature just barely visible in a pile of fur over her shoulder. “It's complicated."

“That's one way of putting it."

Quiet for a moment, they sat there in silence, words unsaid hanging in the air between them. But it was not the time to get into that discussion.

“Look, Lisa..." It was Kyle that broke the silence. “I have to get out of here. I think I can tunnel safely through to your side, but I'm going to be making some noise. And, well... I don't want to wake that thing."

He jerked his head to the yeti, his chest rising and falling gently in sleep. Lisa's lips twisted.

“He may really go for you."

“In a different way, I'm sure."

Lisa grimaced.

“Kyle, please..."

“Okay, okay," he said, holding up his hands. “But I have an idea."

He took a deep breath as if preparing himself for a great feat.

“You need to distract him." His voice trembled. “Have s-sex with him again. It'll give me enough cover to dig through. And you're cold. You have to stay warm – that beast will keep you warm, warm enough to survive. Then, maybe when he's asleep again..." Kyle shook his head. “We'll have to go out the way we came in and head straight on out. Your pack should have a spare pair of pants, right?"

Lisa blinked.

“You're really thinking about that at a time like this?"

“Please, Lisa..."

“And how am I supposed to go and have sex with an animal like that of my own free will?" She hissed. “I hardly had much of a choice the first time and now you want me to go and do it as a bleeding distraction for you?"

Kyle's lips pressed into a thin, hard line and he slid his gaze away, shadows darkening the curves beneath his eyes.

“You moaned loudly enough for him the first time."

Lisa shuffled back and folded her arms, though had no reply for him. It was not as if his words were not true, after all. It had been exciting and hadn't that been exactly what she'd been hankering for, hiking out through the Himalayas?

“Fine."

The terse word cut through the silence between them like a knife. Kyle exhaled.

“Thank you. We're going to get out of here, Lisa, I promise you. It's all going to be better again."

She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, dirty with sweat and grime from the cave and no doubt oils from the yeti's fur too. Half-turning, she cast him a glance back over her shoulders, rubbing her legs for warmth, to no avail.

“Kyle?"

He didn't look up.

“What?"

“Are you enjoying watching?"

There was a long pause.

“No comment."

A slow smile pulled at Lisa's lips as she kissed her fingertips and held them out to her husband.

“I love you, Kyle."

Although he did not respond, they both knew the truth of the matter and that was all they needed between them. She'd have to do the only thing that could be done to preserve her life in the frigid temperatures.

Lisa had to seduce the beast.

Taking a deep breath, Lisa smoothed her hair back instinctively, not that the yeti surely cared or not about her appearance. He rolled onto his back and scratched his round belly, snorting and grunting with his head back on a raised stone that perhaps served as a pillow. Cum had dried into the fur on his crotch and Lisa wrinkled her nose as she crept in closer, afraid to wake him even as that was exactly what she planned to do.

She braced herself, holding her breath. It was now or never.

Closing her eyes, Lisa stroked tentatively down the yeti's stomach, even as a telltale flutter of excitement drove her heart to pounding pace. She knew where his sheath was – hell, it had been ground up to her still sore cunny for long enough – and teased her fingers through the thick fur, finding a pair of large, heavy balls that she could roll between her palms and massage in what she hoped was an arousing fashion. Lisa blinked foolishly, swallowing a very inappropriate giggle. Just how did one work up an animal anyway?

Her groping and massaging of his balls and sheath, however, seemed to do the trick as his dark-skinned cock slowly pushed out from his sheath and the mass of hair. Lisa grinned. Now that she knew what to do with! And, like any other male, the yeti would respond in kind.

Wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft, she cast a glance back to where Kyle was watching before pushing him entirely from her mind. She had to focus. Her life and Kyle's life too depended on her getting the yeti to fuck her again.

Without thinking, her lips encased the tip of his shaft, suckling gently as she sucked him into her mouth. It was softer than she had expected, still hardening as he pushed between her lips, with a deeply musky aroma that was inherently that of a beast. Her body knew what to do even as her mind panicked, trying to fixate on the logistics of what she was doing and yet forgetting the passion that should have been supporting it. Beneath her, the yeti rumbled and shifted, rubbing the back of his paw across his face as he rose back to the realm of the waking. Lisa's heart fluttered, but she ploughed on bravely, bobbing her mouth on his cock to take as much of that gorgeously enormous pole into the back of her throat as possible.

The yeti shifted, his paw running down her back, and Lisa arched into him like a feral cat, pushing her bare buttocks up for his attention. In such a position, her still dripping cunny was on full display and the beast growled as he leaned in, half dragging her back off his cock as he rammed his tongue into her pussy, lapping up the mixture of her juices and his seed with apparent relish.

Lisa squealed, the sound muffled around his shaft, and bobbed her head fervently, eyes rolling back as she struggled to take all of him. The smell of beast filled her nostrils and she wrinkled her nose even as she pleasured him, hardly able to even get her lips all the way down over the thicker bulge in the middle of his shaft. She shuddered. Just how good had that felt pumping into her? That was something Kyle could never do. Perhaps he'd have to buy her a few new toys when they got home and out of the whole mess, or have something custom made for her. For she certainly wasn't about to forget the yeti in a hurry.

His tongue drove into her with a passion that seemed unbefitting of a beast and she groaned around his length, playing her tongue across the head and under the lightly defined glands. With her mouth, she could feel him in much more intricately intimate detail than with her pussy and she arched back onto his tongue as her juices flowed freely for him, the yeti's tongue snaking down to drag luxuriously over her throbbing clit.

But the yeti had needs to fulfil and, as delicious as her cunny surely was to him, his aching shaft demanded more – much more.

She squealed, dragged off the yeti's cock as if she was a sex doll. Briefly, she caught a glimpse of Kyle quietly tunnelling through further with his ice pick, glinting in the diminishing light of the lantern – perhaps she should really save the batteries of that at some point – and whimpered as the yeti yanked her to her feet. The beast lumbered up with less grace, slurping at his own lips and smacking them as he clearly savoured her juices, her arousal telling him that she was a female in need of breeding. Standing, the yeti hefted the helpless woman with him much the same as he had the first time he'd taken her, but, this time, Lisa moaned for him to fill her.

“Yes," she groaned, head lolling back as his shaft jabbed and quested for entry. “Fuck me! Mate with me!"

The yeti grunted, though she could only be sure that he had understood the cries of a female in need when the head of his cock drove into her pussy. Stretched from her earlier fucking, Lisa hissed softly, but clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle any further nuances of soreness; that would soon pass. And the heated length of fuck-meat slamming up into her was a welcome distraction in the thrum of pleasure it brought along with it to overrule any tiny inkling of pain that may have been present.

As if he knew he had an audience, the creature faced her to the hole and Lisa held her breath, fearing for a moment that he would spot Kyle, but the yeti was far too caught up in animalistic breeding lust to think of anything else. In his cave, he was safe and had no reason to fear any predators when he was, in fact, the largest predator there of them all. Grunting like the animal he was, he slammed into Lisa with raw need, each thrust drawing a lewd squelch of their juices from her aching, needy cunny.

Rolling her head from shoulder to shoulder, Lisa moaned and laid her hands on top of the yeti's paws, curling her fingers around the much larger ones as she trusted him to hold her aloft. The yeti's claws scraped over the stone as he humped into her, tipping her forward as if for a better angle, the only other sound accompanying their liaison the quiet chip-chip-chip of her husband working away, his eyes surely on the action. But Lisa could not think of him while her attention was with the beast as she whimpered as she was handled and driven into like nothing more than a sex toy that could be tossed away when one was good and done with it.

There would have been no stopping the beast even if she'd wanted to, his paws strong and firm around her as he made sure his female would not escape what he desired from her. Lisa's cunny twitched and rippled around him – a sensation such a beast surely had never felt before – and he yelped and grunted, thrusts speeding up as he leaned forward more and more, angling her just so that her eyes, ever so briefly, met her husband's.

Kyle looked away and Lisa closed hers. The moment was not for them. And she could not have known how hard her husband's cock was at that very moment, the man she loved about to cum in his own pants from the mere sight alone of her getting fucked just as she deserved to. The yeti would always be a bigger male than he was. And there was something about such a wild animal that a man simply could never hope to match. Kyle licked his lips, holding in his groan as his attention wavered.

Feral to the last, the yeti gave an ape-like shriek as he ejaculated, splattering hot ropes of seed up into her sore pussy as Lisa moaned. Every jab and grind of his shaft seemed to bring a fresh wave of pleasure to her lust-addled mind, but it was the press of her paw – purely by accident – over her crotch and aching clit that sent her too over the edge into spinning undulations of ecstasy.

Writhing and twisting in his hold, Lisa cried out as he fucked her through her orgasm, lewd splatters of cum and feminine juices trickling down her legs, forced out by the power of his thrusts alone. On and on, the yeti's orgasm seemed to have no end as he took what a beast needed from her, each low grunt vibrating through into her body with a low, feral shiver. Lisa groaned, head lolling as he held her closely, thrusts slowing, bit by bit, as the creature's chest heaved, thick fur tickling the backs of her legs.

Cock softening, the yeti gently set her back down and grumbled quietly as he butted his head into her shoulder, shaft slipping from her well-used and drooling pussy. Tentatively, she rested her hand on his head and the beast crooned into her touch, one paw ever so gently stroking her back. Lisa took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her husband chipping away at the tunnel suddenly and abruptly silent. He would need another distraction and soon at that.

Soon, they'd escape.

Only Lisa wasn't so sure she wanted to anymore.