Twelve Days of Monstermas: Day Twelve (male yeti x female reader - NSFW) (Patreon)

Well, this is it folks! The last day of Monstermas! I've posted twelve stories for you in twelve days - that's as many monthly stories as you'd normally get in a year! And here to round it all off is a big, adorkable yeti boy called Adam. I hope you like him! I fell in love with him while writing it, and then all over again when editing it! 

The joyful screams and shrieks of children, the whir and clatter of the various ski lifts, the yells of teenagers egging each other on, the music from the bar and cafe behind you: it all combined to create a vibrant, thrumming atmosphere that should have had you desperate to take part. 

But it didn’t. 

Sure, snow was nice and the view from the top of the mountain was absolutely picture-postcard stunning, but you had no desire to hurl yourself down a mountain on two slabs of fibreglass or whatever it was that skis were made of. Luckily, as a photographer with a large group of friends, you had enough to occupy yourself with for a bit, plus you had a good, chunky book to get through as well. Two of your best friends were very talented skiers, and they’d taken themselves off after warming up to tackle a few of the tougher black runs, while the marginally less adventurous in the group had headed off to some blue and red runs. 

By lunchtime, you had nearly finished the book you’d brought with you, and decided to go and sit outside under one of the infra-red heaters on the deck to get some fresh air. 

Below the restaurant building was a short practice slope where a children’s class was in full swing. Earlier that day, you’d been watching the instructor teaching the absolute beginners how to get in and out of their skis safely, how to push themselves forwards on the flat, how to skate with their skis to help move themselves along to the next place, how to get up once they’d fallen over, and now they were learning snow ploughs and practising turning. It was adorable to watch. All the students were bipedal, since skiing didn’t tend to be all that popular with creatures who had more than two legs, and you’d been interested to note that the tieflings, minotaurs, satyrs and fauns all had special helmets which accommodated their various horns. 

However, it was the instructor who drew your gaze most of the time. 

As interesting as the lesson was for a non-skier like you, he was much more fascinating. The yeti stood at easily eight foot tall, with muscular legs and long arms, and dark skin visible on his bare hands and around his nose and lips. He wore ski boots to attach to his skis, but other than that, he was completely bare of clothing and protection. He had three fingers on each massive hand, and thick, whitish-grey fur that tufted adorably around his tapering ears. His eyes seemed to be dark, but it was hard to see from that distance. He did have a very nice ass though; powerful and deliciously curved, and his impressive glutes and quads were put to excellent use as he demonstrated the various positions. 

One of the bolder kids made him laugh at one point, and he tossed his shaggy head back and roared his amusement before ruffling the minotaur’s woolly blond hair and rallying his class’ attention one final time. By the end of observing the day’s lessons from the deck of the restaurant, you had learned that he had a great sense of humour, apparently endless patience, and a really great body under all that fluff, and you still knew absolutely fuck-all about skiing itself. 

You were just gazing at him as he packed up the little cones and teaching aids after most of the kids had left, when a heavy footstep behind you marked the arrival of one of your friends. You barely had time to glance around when an armload of snow was dumped over your head and you screeched like a surprised harpy as it tumbled down your back. 

“Oh you bastard!” you yelled, leaping out of your chair and squirming wildly. “You absolute, fu-”

“Language,” Gil warned you in between his wheezing laughs. “There are kids around, you know?”

You continued to shimmy and squirm as it melted down your back, yowling like a soaked cat. “Then you shouldn't have covered me in effing snow, should you, you absolute bastard!” you said, pounding the minotaur’s huge barrel chest through his ski jacket. You caught sight of another friend with her camera out, and you turned and hissed at her, “Gabby, don’t you dare - don’t you bloody dare - put that on Instagram…” When the pretty tiefling only giggled, you lunged for her and missed, tripping on a table leg and nearly sprawling flat. If Gil hadn’t caught you round the waste, you would have come a cropper on the deck. 

“Steady,” he chuckled. “You started the après-ski without us, have you…?”

“No, I’ve not been drinking,” you snarled. “Though leaving me up here all day is enough to drive anyone to drink… Where are the others? Ugh,” you added as another chunk of half-melted snow slithered down your spine, “You’re going to pay for that…”

He grinned and picked you right up and set you down in front of him, pushing you towards the end of the decking. “Come on, grumpy guts,” he chuckled, blowing hot air down your collar from his wide nose. “We want a group photo since everyone’s finished for the day.”

“Oh, now you want me to do you a favour?” you snorted. Out of the corner of your eye you glimpsed the yeti ski instructor watching your group’s shenanigans with marked interest as he trudged up the slope towards the restaurant and other ski school buildings. He’d taken off his skis, and carried a huge sports bag on his back as though it weighed nothing at all. You reached the end of the restaurant’s decking at the same time as he cleared the top of the slope, and when Gil saw him, he clearly recognised him. 

“Adam!” he bellowed, “How are you?”

“Gil,” the enormous yeti rumbled in his lovely rich bass voice. “Fancy seeing you here!”

The dark haired minotaur almost knocked you over in his excitement, colliding with you as he surged forwards to embrace his friend, and you staggered sideways, slipping off the edge of the deck with a squeak. 

Adam darted forwards, dropping his skis, and grabbed you before you faceplanted in the hard-packed snow, and you grabbed his arm instinctively to steady yourself. He was extremely strong beneath the thick pelt that covered him from head to clawed feet. “You ok?” he asked, not letting go immediately. 

“Yeah,” you rasped. 

Gil looked down at you and snorted billowing steam into your face. “Ha! It’s not your day, is it, babe?”

“Don’t call me babe, Gil,” you retorted. “I’m not your girlfriend. And my day was going beautifully until you dumped a snow drift on my head.”

Adam looked from you to your giant friend and back again. “You gonna introduce me?” he chuckled at Gil. 

“This little firecracker is one of my oldest friends,” Gil grinned, nudging you in the ribs hard enough to make you stagger again, and told Adam your name. “And this giant fuzzball is the guy who taught my kid sister how to ski.”

“Taught you a thing or two as well, big guy,” Adam grinned, flashing chunky canines in a playful grin at the minotaur. He turned back to you and smiled more sweetly. “Pleasure,” he said, taking your hand in his enormous, three-fingered grip and shaking it gently. 

His fingers were knuckly and strong, and heat flooded between your legs at the smooth hardness of his black, leathery palms. You hoped your gaze didn’t heat up too much as you craned your neck to look up at him. He had a roughly humanoid face, though it was covered with a white, downy fur, and his eyes were a beautiful rich brown, sparkling with constant laughter. His nose, however, looked more like a bear’s or a dog’s, with lots of sensitive receptors, and you hoped for a flaring moment of panic that he couldn’t sense your sudden arousal. You had enough layers on that you suspected he might not be able to. 

Adam took in your lack of ski equipment, and ventured, “Not skiing today?”

“Not skiing at all,” you said flatly. 

He cocked his head adorably to one side. “How come?”

Gil barked a laugh and threw a weighty arm around your jacketed shoulder. “No sense of adventure, this one…”

“Fuck off,” you snorted, punching him in the ribs hard enough to make him ‘oof’ in surprise. “That’s not true. I went for a ten mile hike yesterday with my camera, and you said you thought my photos belonged in National Geographic…”

“This is true,” Gil admitted easily. “But you won’t find her on the slopes, that’s for sure.”

“Fair enough,” Adam shrugged. “Skiing’s not for everyone. You folks heading to the bar in a bit, I take it?”

You glanced up at Gil and then over at Gabby, who was still on her phone, and you prayed that the gorgeous tiefling was uploading some stunning, snowy selfie to her social media du jour, and not some embarrassing evidence of Gil’s prank on you. She had a big following on almost every platform. 

Gil beamed. “’Course we are! You?” 

You didn’t miss the way Adam’s big brown eyes flickered briefly to you before he said, “Sure. I’ll make an exception today, I think.”

Gil, of course, picked up on it immediately, and grinned. “Great! See you there. We’ll be at the Soused Salamander.”

“Of course you will,” Adam grinned. “Best bar in the resort. Gotta just finish up with this lot first,” he added, hefting his bag back over his shoulder and stooping to pick up the skis he’d dropped to catch you. “Not everyone here is on holiday…”

The bar was already heaving as the sun began to set and folk of all sorts filed into the bar. You were halfway through your second drink by the time the door opened once again and Adam entered in a flurry of snowflakes. A pretty rakshasi with the colouring of a snow leopard immediately beckoned to him, calling him by name, and your heart sank unexpectedly low as he stepped over to greet her. She pawed his chest and flirted outrageously with him, but after only a minute or two of polite conversation, Adam extricated himself from her and pushed gently through the throng in front of the bar to order himself an appropriately large glass of dark ale. Once he’d picked it up, he turned and saw Gil’s distinctive horns - one curving upwards and the other bowing downwards. His gaze met yours and he beamed. 

“Been a while since I’ve joined the rest of you lot in the bar,” he said as he reached your table. “Did you ski down or get the lazy lift?”

“Got the lift because of this one,” Gil grinned across the table at you, to which you poked out your tongue. 

You scooted over, sliding closer to Gabby on your right so that Adam could slide into the banquette beside you. He glanced down at you and winked, muttering, “Cheers,” as he set his beer down and looked around at you all. “So, how long have you lot been here - terrorising my slopes no doubt, Gil?” 

The minotaur snorted playfully. “Just three days,” he said. “We’re here for another week.”

Adam glanced down at you, and you smiled up at him, sipping from the remnants of your drink. “You think you’ll give it a go before you leave?” he asked, but you shook your head.

“No. I want to head up one of the trails on the south side of the mountain. Apparently there’s a gorgeous waterfall there that is worth seeing at this time of year…”

“Fae’s Dress Falls,” he said, almost murmuring it with a special kind of reverence. “Yeah, it’s gorgeous. But it’s not an easy hike at all. Four people died on it last year. You shouldn’t go alone.”

Feeling playful, you grinned. “You got a day off soon? Maybe you could take me?”

He gazed at you for half a heartbeat longer than might have been polite, and then grinned. “Sure. What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Hopefully hiking to see a waterfall with you,” you said, taking a deep draw from the remnants of your drink and trying not to choke on your own bravery.

He grinned. “Alright then. I guess that’s my day off sorted.”

A pang of guilt shot through you and your eyes went wide. “I didn’t mean to be pushy though,” you added hastily. “If you’d rather just chill out on your day off, please, don’t feel obliged or anything…”

Gil set his glass down with a heft clunk and chortled, “This boy doesn’t know how to ‘chill out’ on his days off! He’s even more crazy than you are…”

“Gee, thanks, Gil,” Adam grumbled into his ale. “Way to make me look like a right weirdo…”

“I don’t think you are,” you purred softly, leaning close enough that you could just inhale the delicate scent of his body. It was warm and comforting, and made you think of cuddling up beside a fire with his big arms around you…

The talk moved on, and soon you felt yourself yawning and struggling to keep up with the conversation as it flowed around you. Adam glanced down at you and murmured softly in your ear, “You alright?”

“I’m flagging,” you confessed with a small smile. “I don’t know why - it’s not as if I’ve spent the whole day skiing or teaching kids to blunder their way down a three meter slope…”

“Oi, they did better than just blundering,” he chuckled. 

“You’re right,” you smiled, nudging him softly and leaning against him for the briefest of moments. As you drew back, you felt more than heard his soft rumble of pleasure which turned into another rumbling laugh. You turned to the others and, in a natural slump in the conversation, announced that you were heading back to the chalet to turn in for the night. 

“What? Already?” Gil asked, and you nodded. 

“Sorry,” you said. “I need all the beauty sleep I can get, not like you Beauty Queens…”

Gil grinned, and you turned to look up at Adam. 

“Sorry,” you said. “You mind?”

He smiled and slid out, offering you his knuckly, three-fingered hand to help you out after him. “You want me to walk you back?” he asked. 

Licking your lips, you nodded shyly. “Sure, if you don’t mind?”

He shook his shaggy white head and grinned. “’Course I don’t mind. I’m getting kinda tired myself anyway.” He turned back to the table and raised a hand in farewell. “See you on the slopes another day…”

Adam held the door open for you and then ducked out behind you into the softly falling snow, tilting his face up to the sky for a moment, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. “Ahh,” he sighed. “I love the scent of snow.” When he caught you staring at him, he chuckled softly and you found your lips tugging upwards into a smile at the sound. “Stereotype, much?” he snorted. 

“I wouldn’t know,” you said, voice dipping low. “You folks are kind of rare; I’ve never met a yeti before.”

“I’m your first?” he blurted, and then realised how that sounded. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant. I just… Shut up, Adam. Shut right up.”

You had to laugh, and you slipped your hand into his. He jolted at the contact and then brought your hand up to caress your knuckles with his fingertips. 

“Come on,” he said, becoming ever more blustering and awkward. “Let’s get you back before you freeze to death.”

You nudged him with your hip and grinned. “We can’t all have such gorgeously fluffy coats I suppose.”

If he could have blushed, you were certain he would have done. Instead, he looked away and mumbled something under his breath. You didn’t speak much as you walked through the quiet night, but he did step between you and a group of very drunk teenage werewolves, growling softly at them when they started to leer at you. 

“Fuck off, ape boy!” one of them laughed, and they all started making vile ‘gorilla’ noises as he led you away with his spine stiff and his eyes locked on the horizon. 

“Adam?” you asked as you turned down a snowy side street towards your cabin. “You ok?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. 

“They were way out of line…”

“They’re just kids,” he shrugged. 

You squeezed his fingers in your tiny hand and stopped. “That doesn’t mean they have any right to behave like that…” you said fiercely. 

He chuckled and brought his free hand to your cheek, pinked with the cold. He brushed his knuckles across your bare skin and smiled. “You’re so sweet,” he smiled sadly. 

You rolled your eyes and tugged him the last few steps up to your front door. You hopped up onto the step, trying to even the distance between your respective heights, but it didn’t do much. “You’re so tall!” you complained. 

“Is that an issue?” he asked playfully. 

You pouted. “Well, if you weren’t so far away, I might try and kiss you goodnight. As it is…” you sighed melodramatically and half turned to unlock the door, but he grabbed your wrist and you smirked. 

“You mean it?” he asked tentatively, his immensely strong grip faltering. 

You looked up at him through your lashes. “Course I do,” you said. “I like you. I want to get to know you better. And I’d start by kissing you goodnight, but…” you sighed again, and he laughed that rich rumble that set your body on fire beneath your skin. 

Adam slid his fingers under your chin and tilted it gingerly upwards, leaning down towards you, giving you every opportunity to back away until he was a mere breath from your lips. “Tell me you want this,” he said one last time. 

In answer, you looped your hands behind his head and pressed your lips against his. You could feel his canines behind his thick, strong, black lips, and as he kissed you back, you moaned into it, spine curving to bring you closer to him. 

His hands landed on your hips and then he felt the line of your waist and travelled up over your shoulders to cup your jaw in his strange hands. He pulled back, pupils blown black, and swallowed thickly, breathing hard. “Goodnight,” he rasped. “I’ll come by tomorrow morning for you.”

“What time?” you asked, equally breathless. 

He shrugged. “I’m an early riser. When works for you?”

“Nine?”

He nodded and turned away without another word. He strode away down snowy street, and you watched him until he’d blended with the pale night, your core burning with desire for him. 

When you opened the door to him the next day, the scent of blueberry muffins wafted out behind you, and he inhaled deeply. “Wow,” he said. And then he seemed to see you properly, and he grinned. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you giggled, holding the door open to reveal the sleepy heap of figures curled up on the sofa behind you, all either nursing cups of coffee or chocolate or tea, and variously stuffing their faces or picking at the warm blueberry muffins. “You want some refreshment before we go?”

He shook his head. “No, thanks,” he grinned. “I just ate a load of food. My housemate cooked a full English, and I’m stuffed.” He glanced over your shoulder and caught sight of Gil grazing on a muffin, and said, “Hey, save me one though, Gil?” 

The minotaur grinned and stuffed the whole thing in his face, shaking his head. “Not a chance,” he said with his mouth full. “These are amazing.”

Adam laughed and shook his head. “You ready to go?” he asked you, and you nodded. “I hope you don’t mind,” he said, “But it’s easier to start the trek from a bit further up the valley, so I brought my truck. We can still walk from here if you prefer though?”

You saw the big, black pickup sitting on the road, snow chains laced over the massive tyres, and you shook your head. “Let me grab my camera and stuff, and I’m all yours.”

The drive wasn’t far, but it cut off a rather boring slog through the thigh-deep snow in the meadows, and when he pulled up in a lay-by, sheltered by tall firs and pines, you slithered eagerly out into the crystal, cold day, cameras out already. Adam wore no hiking boots or clothes except for a dorkish looking, blue woollen scarf. He caught you eyeing it and grinned. “My sister made it for me,” he said. “I love it. I don’t need it, but still, it’s nice.”

“I like it,” you smiled, shrugging into your small rucksack and adjusting your cameras around your neck.

The hike was amazing, if every bit as tough as he’d said it would be, with treacherous boulders and steep climbs, but he helped you all the way, and you accepted even when you clearly didn’t need it. The waterfalls at the end of the trail were truly something else. You’d never seen anything like it, and spent a good hour photographing it from every angle and on every exposure, from heartbeat-short timings to capture every sparkling droplet, to lengthy ones with the camera placed on a boulder to steady it, while the water painted a sheer veil down the rock over a long exposure. 

All the while you worked, Adam stayed quiet, and when it became apparent that you weren’t going to be finished any time soon, he chuckled and sank straight down into the snow, sitting cross-legged and looking as comfortable as though he were meditating in front of a roaring fire. By the time you’d nearly frozen your fingertips off, and the light was changing towards the deeper shadows of late afternoon, you eventually turned back to him and gazed at him. 

He was watching you with his steady dark eyes, a slight smile curling his lips up. 

“What?” you asked, camera in your hands. 

He shook his head shyly and said, “I just like watching you work, that’s all.”

“Oh.” And then you really saw the way the daylight had shifted, and realised it must be much later than you’d thought. “Oh shit,” you gasped. “You must be freezing! I’m so sorry. I get carried away when I’m shooting like this. You should have said something! What?” you asked as his warm laughter rippled out towards you. 

“C’mere,” he laughed, stretching out his arms wide. 

You frowned, but obeyed, and when you stood in front of him, he took you by the waist and lifted you up slightly and then lowered you so that your legs came down on either side of his thick waist and you sat facing him in his lap. “Do I look like the cold bothers me?”

“You sound like that princess character, saying that,” you snorted. 

“I could sing it if you like, though I’m practically tone deaf…”

“Please don’t,” you said, and then you kissed him on the cheek. 

His expression was so perfect that you raised your camera and snapped a photo of his surprise, and then another of his laughter as he tilted his head back. 

Adam hummed softly and blinked slowly. His nose seemed to be scenting the air, and he said, “It’s going to start snowing again soon,” he said. “We should get back.”

“I don’t want to go home yet,” you muttered, leaning close and nuzzling against him. “You’re so warm…”

“Told you,” he murmured, stroking the back of your head gently. “Come on though, we should get back. You can come over to mine if you like? My housemate is over at her girlfriend’s this evening; we should have the place to ourselves.”

Just as the light began to fade, you reached his truck, exhausted and flushed from the dipping temperatures. You spent most of the warm ride back looking through your photos and editing out the really badly exposed ones until you had a decent selection to view and sort on your laptop another time. When you got to the last few ones you’d taken, mostly of Adam, you smiled. He glanced over at you and you snorted, “Eyes on the road, mister.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, but he placed his free hand on your thigh, squeezing it playfully until you groaned and tilted your head back against the seat. 

“How is this happening?” you mused aloud, eyes closed. “How can it be this much fun?”

“I’m glad it’s not just me,” he admitted quietly, rubbing his thumb across the weave of your thick hiking leggings. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this about anyone… Not right away, at least.”

“I don’t think I’d believe you were for real if you didn’t know Gil already,” you said. “I’d think you were just trying to get into my pants…”

He growled softly at that and removed his hand. “I’m not,” he said. “You know that, right? We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

You grabbed at his hand before he could place it back on the steering wheel, and explored his strange fingers with your own. Each one was as long as your whole hand and as thick as three of your fingers, and while the backs of his hands were covered in the same soft, thick fur, the palms of his hands were black and rough, dry and warm. 

“What?” he asked softly when he looked over and saw you staring at his hands, playing with the large knuckle joints and turning his hand over to trace the lines on his palms. 

“I’ve never seen hands like yours,” you said honestly. “They’re amazing.”

He laughed nervously, fingers twitching nervously in your grasp. “I used to get called ‘troll-fingers’ and ‘ape boy’ all the time in school,” he said, and the comments clearly still stung. 

“Nothing wrong with a troll’s hands,” you said. “But I prefer yours.” And you set his palm back down on your thigh where it stayed, a warm weight for practically the rest of the ride home. 

His chalet was in a quieter corner of the ski resort, and it had a beautiful, covered porch that wrapped around most of the back of it. He let you in and headed towards the wood burning stove. “Shall I light it? Is it cold in here?” 

You nodded. “Please, yes… it’s freezing…”

He grinned at you suggestively, and you laughed. “You want a drink?” he asked instead.

“A beer would be amazing,” you said, and he looked around at the modest, cosy room. 

“Make yourself at home then,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

You shared a beer on the sofa, watching the logs kindle and burn, and he asked you to show him your photographs. He stared a long time at each, appreciating the framing and composition, and after a while, he shuffled on the sofa and draped his heavy arm over your shoulders. “Is this alright?” he asked, and you nodded, curling up and leaning your body against his. 

“Mmm,” you smiled. “I’m tired,” you added. 

“You want me to take you back?”

You shook your head and set down the camera, looping your arm around his waist in a smooth gesture that made his breath catch audibly in his throat. He leaned back and grunted softly, his head tipping back to rest on the sofa behind him. 

“You like that?” you asked as you repeated the gesture, rubbing across his chest and then down his torso towards his hips. 

He nodded wordlessly, his eyes rolling shut, his hips twitching slightly. “I like you,” he murmured a moment later as you grabbed his hip bone and massaged circles over it. “Oh gods, that feels so good…”

You brought your palm gently down between his legs, and discovered the soft mound of his sheath. His tip was already slick and peeking from it, and he gasped as you traced your fingertips over it, encouraging it out as it swelled with his growing lust. He growled softly and reached for your top. 

“Please?” he asked, slipping his fingers under the fabric and groaning loudly as he came into contact with your bare skin. “Gods, you’re so beautiful,” he hissed, carefully enunciating the words and revealing his big canines as he did so. 

You nodded and he rose with a growl, tipping you back onto the long sofa and lowering his face to you. He kissed over your body as he revealed it, peeling your clothes gently off you with a reverence you’d not imagined from someone so big and powerful. Eventually, when he was simply taking too long, you hooked your legs around his hips and keened at him. “Please…” you gasped. 

Adam smiled and removed the rest of your clothes, leaving you perfectly naked on the couch, and he drew back, exhaling roughly as he drank in the sight of you. 

“Don’t stare…” you laughed, and he brought his hands back to your thighs, parting them gently, tracing his fingertips up towards your centre, and running his finger up over your folds, catching your throbbing clit. You lurched and grabbed the sofa cushions. “Yes,” you gasped. “Adam, please…”

“May I taste you?” he asked in a hoarse whisper. When you nodded, he lowered his face to you and kissed down over your mound, his hot breath fanning out over your skin to leave you prickled with goosebumps and desperately wanting more. 

His long, thick, black tongue rasped out and curled around you, tasting you, savouring you, and he closed his eyes, slid his hands beneath your thighs, and grabbed your hips, practically yanking you down on to his mouth. “You taste incredible,” he murmured. 

Beginning with slow circles, he worshipped you until you were a quivering wreck, writhing and begging for more. “Adam, please!” you whined. “I need…”

You glanced up and saw that, as he pulled back and sat upright for moment, his cock was fully erect, pink and weeping, and huge. 

“Let me make you come first,” he said when he saw you eyeing him, and you nodded. 

He slid one thick finger inside you, his thumb caressing your swollen clit until you thought you were going to break apart. Then he crooked that finger and found the spot inside you that made you almost curl up into a ball with pleasure. You cried out, your peak rushing over you in a blinding wave, crying out and clenching around him. 

He withdrew his finger while you were still coming, and sat down swiftly on the sofa. He picked you up as though you weighed nothing at all, and, while you were still shaking and twitching, lowered you down on to his hard cock. He filled you gradually, taking his time, but the grunts and curses he made as he sank into your heat were sounds you would never forget. 

“Oh gods,” he whimpered, bringing his forehead down to touch yours as it got too much for him and he fought not to thrust upwards and seat himself inside you in one go. He held you easily by the waist, and when you clamped your thighs around his and began to pull yourself eagerly onto him, he cracked one dark eye open and looked questioningly at you. 

“Please,” you whispered. “I want you. All of you…”

And he obliged. 

He filled you completely, stretching you further than you’d ever felt before, and as he lowered you hilt-deep onto his cock, he grabbed you, holding you close and wrapping his arms tightly around you, and buried his face at your neck. “So good,” he choked. “Gods, you feel so good…”

Then he began to rut tentatively upwards into you and you saw stars, clenching around him as the last of your orgasm still rolled through you. 

Adam thrust his hips up into you, picking up a rhythm as you bounced almost helplessly on top of him, until he was breathlessly close. He kneaded your breasts in his hands and rolled your nipples through his fingers. “You’re so beautiful,” he chanted. “Oh gods, I’m going to come,” he growled. And the growling didn’t stop. It rolled around his throat and chest, the sound rumbling louder with each thrust. “I’m…”

“Come for me, Adam,” you crooned, clutching at his neck to keep yourself anchored, pushing back against him with each of his thrusts. 

“I’m… I…” and he came with a surprisingly quite, choked off grunt. 

His heat filled you, the tip of his cock hit that same spot, and you let another wave of pleasure sweep through you. 

He took a long time to come down after that. His release slid out of you, down your thigh and into his thick pelt, but his hammering heartbeat took a long time to slow. 

“Adam?” you whispered, stroking your fingers through the soft white hair above his long, tapering ears. 

He shuddered and gasped, and then looked up at you with glazed eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever come like that,” he chuckled, half embarrassed, half dazed. 

“Me neither,” you said. “You want me to move?” 

“We should clean up,” he said regretfully. “You want to shower first?”

“How about we shower together?” you grinned, rolling your hips and making him groan as his over-sensitive cock slid out of you. Now that he’d come, it began to retreat back into the velvety sheath beneath the thick fur. 

“There’s not all that much room,” he said. 

“I’m sure we can work something out,” you said, standing shakily. 

He gazed up at you and shook his head. 

“What?”

“You’re so beautiful,” he smiled, standing and taking your face in his hands to kiss you. 

You pulled back and grinned up at him, taking his hand in yours. “Come on,” you said. “Before someone sees me like this.”

Guilt and horror swept in over his face to replace the soft affection that had been there a moment later, and he realised that you were both standing in the living room with the curtains open and the lights on, and that the windows looked out onto the street below. 

He shielded you with his huge body and ushered you into the bathroom, where you turned and ran your hand up the inside of his thigh. He grunted and gasped. “Give a guy a chance,” he laughed. 

“Or you could just give me a head start…” you grinned, stepping into the shower and waiting for him to follow. 

“Alright. I like the sound of that,” he chuckled. 

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