Monthly story - male were-yeti x reader - Part Three (nsfw) (Patreon)

You may recall Arttu from the Exomas Extravaganza, and since a few of you said you'd like to see the NSFW bit down by the lake... here it is. But, as ever with me, while that was supposed to be perhaps 800-1000 words of fluffy smut, plot happened, and some feels happened, and it turned into a 3.6k word chapter of its own. As before, reader is gender and body neutral, and there's a passing reference to the fact that Arttu is a widower, but other than that, there's nothing that needs a warning, I don't think. 

Since it's still January, and I was reliably informed by someone over on Discord that it's minus flipping fifty degrees Celcius still in some parts of the world, I feel like January's exclusive story being a were-yeti is still thematically appropriate...

This is probably the last we'll hear of these two for a while, but if you like them, you can always let me know and we can revisit them in the future :)

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Previous Arttu works:

Arttu sketch (human and yeti forms)  

Day Six (male were-yeti x reader, Part One - SFW) 

Day Seven (male were-yeti x reader, Part Two - v. light NSFW/kiss) 

It wasn’t until the next morning that you and Arttu were able to bring up the subject of going to the cabin by the frozen lake for a few hours. Riuka, who had been sloshing out the plates and cutlery from breakfast in the copper-lined sink in the kitchen, rolled his eyes and mumbled, “Whatever,” but when you looked anxiously at Arttu, he chuckled softly and nodded once. 

Half an hour or so later, you put on your decidedly unflattering snow-suit and eyed the snow-shoes hanging in the porch. “Guess I’d better put these on too,” you said. “I’ll finally be ready in, maybe, an hour?” you snorted. Bending over in the snow-suit wasn’t easy either, but it was better than getting frostbite up here in the mountains.

Arttu stepped up close behind you and put his hands on your hips. “I could always carry you,” he said in your ear, nudging his nose against your hair slightly as he spoke and brushing his lips against the curve of your ear. 

You shivered and smiled, and while you did lean instinctively into his body for a moment, you smacked him playfully on the chest and said, “I don’t think I could bear the indignity.” And then, because you couldn’t restrain yourself, you added, “You can sweep me off my feet once we get there.”

Arttu’s grin was wide and showed his thick canines, but he just nodded and stepped out into the snow. The strength he had in his legs must have been immense because, while you pretty much skimmed the surface of the deep snow, he ploughed through it, carving a deep trench through the trees, but it looked as though it cost him almost no more effort than it did for you in your weight-spreading snow-shoes. 

After perhaps a mile of walking in amicable silence, broken only by Arttu occasionally pointing out something interesting like a reindeer track - “How’d you know it’s a reindeer not a cervitaur?” you’d asked with genuine curiosity, at which you’d been informed that cervitaurs tended to be heavier and left deeper imprints - you finally glimpsed a wide, flat expanse of snow up ahead that could only have been the lake. 

The trees thinned out and the wind picked up just a little, and on the shore of the lake stood a sturdy little log cabin, not dissimilar to the one that Riuka and Arttu called home, except that this was a fraction of the size. Outside it, a sheltered cooking area was nestled into the natural slope of the land which rolled gradually down to the lake, but it was primitive, with just a fire pit and a wooden wall that curved like the hull of a boat over it to offer some protection and warmth for the person cooking. Tree-stumps offered seats around the now-cold fire, and other than that, there was nothing. 

Arttu gazed out over the lake for a moment while you caught your breath, and you stood beside him and stared. All around you, except for the gentle sigh of his breath, there was silence. 

Eventually, the were-yeti drew in a longer, deeper breath and turned away towards the cabin. You caught his solid wrist as he moved and he halted, a silent question lingering on his expressive brows. His hair was half tied back off his rough-hewn, tanned face, but a few wisps at the front caught in the breeze. “You sure this is ok?” you asked, the subtext of his previous life hanging heavy in your words. 

In answer, Arttu turned back to face you again, lowered the hood of your snow-suit, and took your half-frozen cheeks in his hands. He traced the rough pads of his thumbs in mirroring arcs across your cheekbones and lowered his forehead to yours. From his height it was a fair way down, and he stayed like that - stooped, eyes closed, breathing steadily - for easily fifteen or twenty seconds. Your hands came to rest at his sides, the coarse wool of his thick jumper echoing the roughness of his skin on your face, and you waited for him to move. 

“Yes,” he finally rasped. “It is ok.”

“Are you… alright with it being ok? If you know what I mean?” you asked awkwardly. 

The tiniest smile pulled at the corner of his full lips, and he nodded minutely, understanding. Arttu opened his startlingly blue eyes and tilted your chin up, kissing you. It was a chaste, reassuring kiss that held no heat, but it made your knees go weak all the same. 

“I’ll go inside and make sure it’s all alright,” he said. “We usually only stay over in the summer, but it’s only been a month or so since we were up here.”

Sensing he needed a moment of privacy to arrange the pieces of his new situation in his head, you stayed outside. This was a man who had lost the mother of his child only three years or so earlier - if your calculations about their timeline were even halfway accurate - and from what you knew of his personality, he didn’t seem like the type to sleep around. You could very well have been the first soul he’d been with since then. The monumentality of that struck you anew as you stared out at the lake. 

“Come to Starfall Springs, they said,” you murmured to yourself again. “Find yourself anew…” 

What more had you found here than you’d originally bargained for? The fear that you were crashing headlong into something that wouldn’t work long-term crowded into your mind - he was a shifter, and the father of a kid who was just shy of being a young teenager, and you were a single human with no real idea what you were doing. What did you have to offer them? You worried your lower lip with your teeth as you thought about what had led you back to this place after that day in the snow before solstice. You’d left your relatively new job and apartment and come to live in Starfall Springs because of some shifter you’d met in the woods one bollocks-freezingly cold afternoon… 

The creak of the front door made you jump, and you turned around to find Arttu looking at you from the threshold, one huge hand on the vertical support. His eyes were a dark, almost sapphire blue now, and you frowned. When he smiled it was sad this time. “Are you alright?” he asked, and it was your turn to laugh quietly. 

“Yeah,” you said, “I’m just thinking what a change this is, and not just for you.”

“Mmm,” he said quietly. “Look, we don’t have to do anything… you know…” he waved his left hand awkwardly between the two of you and you both laughed. “We can just… I don’t know…”

The look on his face drew you to him and you approached the hut and unclipped your snow shoes in the shelter of the tiny doorway, allowing him to steady you with one hand as you bent over. It felt oddly intimate, oddly domestic, and it unwittingly rekindled the fire between you that had been there when you’d woken up in his arms that morning, with his achingly hard cock pressed tight against the curve of your backside, neither one of you really able to do anything about the situation just yet. 

When you straightened, he tugged you in for a kiss that was definitely heated this time, and you moaned into the gesture. His blunt incisors nipped at your lip, drawing the blood towards the surface and making them tingle. Your hips rolled against his and he groaned. Feeling suddenly playful, you lowered your hand to his crotch and teased the obvious and growing bulge there with your fingers, easily guiding him backwards into the small hut with just one hand. 

Pliant and willing, he backed up, eyes brightening to that unnatural blue again; Arttu let you push him without objection. 

In one corner of the small, simply-furnished hut there was a wooden bed, and as his calves hit the frame, Arttu allowed himself to pitch back onto it, splaying his arms slightly to ease his fall. He stared up at you with a slack-jawed expression, his breathing coming in short, shallow pants. The pale grey stubble that lined his jaw that seemed somewhat inviting then, but as much as you wanted to run your fingers from the hinge of his jaw down to his chin, you just smiled at yourself and moved back, casually undoing the snow-suit and then stepping out of it. 

Arttu waited, staring at you with his eyes blazing, looking like he was half a second away from shifting. Good. 

With your snow-suit abandoned on the bare floorboards, you tugged your jumper off which ruffled your hair, and caused another groan from Arttu as your other layers rode up a little. “C’mere,” he rasped. “Please…”

With a half-smile, you obliged, and he sat up, his soft paunch showing more in that new position. With his feet still in his boots, now planted firmly on the ground, an obvious tent in his scruffy jeans, and his eyes glowing, he drew you by the hips to stand in the space between his knees. He gazed up at you like that and you bit your lip as you inched closer, feeling his thick thighs pressing against your legs. He hooked his fingertips under the waist band of your underwear and growled softly in his throat as he pulled you against his body. It was the slow, rolling growl of a predator and it sent blood rushing south in your body.

He inhaled ostentatiously and smiled. “You like it when I do that, don’t you?” he asked, and growled again. 

“Yes,” you whispered, body beginning to tremble under his explorative touch. 

Repeating the sound, letting it roll freely in his throat, Arttu pressed his lips against your stomach, lifting your clothes up out of the way so that he could inhale the scent of you and explore your body at his own, measured pace. Occasionally he would mouth kisses at your skin and rarer yet, his canines would prick, tugging and adding the perfect counterpoint to the softness of his lips. It was obvious that he could smell your arousal, and when he graced his fingers over where you were probably most sensitive, your hips jerked into his touch, making him chuckle darkly. 

After taking his time with you, he seemed to reach a point where his patience fractured. It wasn’t long before you were lying naked on the bed and he was standing beside it, rather shyly taking his own clothes off. When you noticed how he no longer met your eye, you eased yourself up onto one elbow and beckoned him over. All he had on now were his black boxer briefs and a grey t-shirt that more than hinted at the softness of his body underneath. It was intoxicating, knowing that he was strong enough to rip up a tree from the root and soft enough for you to press your fingertips into the softer layer that covered the muscle. 

Arttu did step closer, but he still didn’t meet your gaze. He did gasp as you reached for him, lifting his t-shirt up and over his head, and you raked your nails none-too-gently over the curve of his soft belly, making his head tilt back. You tugged his boxers down and sprang his impressive erection free. “Now you come here,” you smiled, shifting back so that he could kneel on the bed. “Just like that…”

He sank obligingly onto the bed, looking a little wary behind the blur of lust in his features, and let you run your hands up his thighs. Kneeling there, with his cock hard and flushed and beading pre-come freely at the tip, he was breathing quickly in shallow draws, eyes heavy and slightly unfocused. Wrapping your fingers around his length, you gave a slow, experimental tug and he groaned, rocking his hips up a bit. Smiling, you leaned forwards and licked gently at the head of his cock, eliciting another deep, guttural moan as you tasted him. 

Licking your lips, you pressed the circle of your mouth down over the crown of his cock and surprised him by taking him all the way to the back of your throat, one hand around the base of his cock, the other easing down to stroke teasingly at his heavy balls. 

“Oh fuck,” he cursed, his hips lurching up into the heat of your mouth and setting you coughing. “I’m sorry,” he gasped, but you just worked him with one hand until your eyes stopped watering, and got straight back to it. The noises he made were too sumptuous for you not to want to spend forever unravelling him like that. 

The steady rhythm of your mouth and tongue, your hand at the base of his cock, and your fingers caressing his balls, had him gasping and crying out, fingers scrabbling first at the sheet beneath him and then at your hair for support, for something to anchor him as you worked him relentlessly. At the slightest tightening of his balls, and a prickle of claws against your scalp, you slowed, luxuriantly running your tongue up the underside of his cock, and he arched his back and cried out, clenching his teeth and hissing. Sweet pre-come beaded readily at the tip and his breath left his chest in heavy gasps. 

“So good,” he growled through gritted teeth. His voice was wrecked, his cheeks flushed down his neck to his collarbones, and his hands had half-shifted already. You weren’t even sure he’d noticed. 

You didn’t stop, but you did slow the motion of your mouth around his solid cock. 

Raking your nails down his solid thighs this time, you felt him shudder violently again and his breathing picked up in speed. You risked breaking your teasingly slow rhythm to glance up at his face and saw him still flushed and slightly sheened with sweat, with his eyes rammed shut as if he were forcibly restraining himself. Whether that was from coming or from shifting, you weren’t sure.

“Arttu,” you murmured and he let out a garbled noise that might have been a question. “Arttu, look at me…”

When he did, you saw his eyes were still a violent blue, and you smiled. “What?” he managed to grind out. 

“Are you close?”

“Close…” he agreed. “Fuck… I…”

Not wanting him to come just yet, you did take some pity on him, and eased him down to lie on his back. 

As he stretched out his legs, he seemed to relax a little - until you skated your palms up his trembling quads again, thumbs teasing the more sensitive inside of his thighs. After that, you took his hard, weeping cock back into your mouth. He bellowed at the sudden tight, wet heat around him as you sucked, and he arched his back off the bed with a roar that wasn’t human at all. With his mouth wide, you had a perfect view of his thick canines and you watched his jaw widen a little, the bones of his face rearranging just a little. A line of white hair feathered across his cheekbones and forehead and, upon stealing a glance down at his clenched hands, you glimpsed the claws of a yeti threatening to shred the sheets beneath him. 

“Arttu,” you whispered, drawing off his cock for a moment. 

He didn’t reply, and was clearly trying not to shift. His whole body shook violently and his ribcage heaved. 

Trying for something a little more soothing, you ran your hands back up his thighs, the muscles almost spasming beneath you, and then circled your palms over his soft belly and up to his chest, finally coming to rest straddling his hips and leaning down with your hands on his shoulders. Rolling your pelvis against his cock, feeling him against the most sensitive parts of you, you murmured his name again. “Arttu…”

“I…” he began, and immediately you could hear the difference in his voice. It was deeper, rougher now. 

“You’re going to shift for me, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t want…” he began, and you froze. 

“Didn’t want what? Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head and cracked an eye open again. “No,” he smiled. “No, but… I wanted this to be… at least… ah… vaguely normal for you…”

You laughed and rolled your hips, grinding down into him and feeling his hard length, wet and slick from the combination of your mouth and his pre-come, against you. “Arttu, if I wanted ‘vaguely normal’, I wouldn’t be here. I’d be with some boring human. But I want you. And I want you to be comfortable… I want you to be able to let go…”

With a roar, he flung his head back into the pillow beneath his head and began to shift. You sat astride him while the change swept over him, his body growing beneath you, soft fur rippling out all over his skin, his cock growing even larger under you. The planes of his face shifted too, his nose turning almost feline as it melted with the growing muzzle, and then you saw his glorious canines in that powerfully-set jaw and you couldn’t help but grind yourself into him again, gasping his name once more. 

Hearing the breathy quality of your voice, the desperate mewl lurking under your tone, he growled openly, the sound reverberating in your ribcage, making your heart pound. 

“Do that again,” you whispered. It was even more intoxicating coming from him in this form. 

Arttu repeated the growl, raising his head this time and bringing his huge, clawed hands to your shoulders. Slowly, deliberately, he bared his teeth at you and growled. 

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, picking up your pace as you rocked against his cock. You were close now. You moved your hand down to touch yourself but the nature of the growl changed to an aggressive snarl, and you stopped. He laughed softly and switched places with you, lowering his mouth over you and laving his hot tongue over every inch of you. As the heat and wetness of his mouth engulfed you completely, he growled again and you felt the vibrations of it go right through you, and it tipped you over the edge. 

With a cry you came against his tongue and he stayed there while you rode it out, his hands on your hips, pinning you in place, pulling you closer into his mouth, savouring the taste of you and growling with pleasure. As your vision blacked out, hips lifting up into the pressure of his mouth, you heard him give a little whine. Forcing yourself to open your eyes despite the rippling pleasure still coursing through you, you looked down and saw that one hand had lifted off your hips and he was working himself closer and closer. 

“Come over me…” you whispered and he made a softly-wounded noise and shuffled a little closer. 

“I’m… I’m going to…” he gasped, fist closed around his hard cock, slick pre-come rolling messily over the white fur of his clawed hands. 

You repeated your command, and a second later he had leaned over you, one hand braced by your head, his knees on either side of your legs, and he was spilling all over your stomach. He gave himself utterly to you as he emptied himself with barely a grunt. His orgasm was so intense that his whole body convulsed, back curling and shoulders hunching, his eyes rolled shut, and his lips pulled back in a rictus snarl, revealing deadly canines mere inches from your face. 

You’d never seen anything so beautiful in your whole life and reached up to touch his cheek. As you caressed the velvet-soft fur of his muzzle, he jerked wildly, letting out another wounded whimper of pleasure as the last of his breath left his chest and he collapsed forwards, barely keeping himself from crushing you. 

Half-flattening you - his torso lying mostly on the bed beside you but his fuzzy, heavy legs pressed across your right thigh, his sensitive, twitching cock still cradled in one hand - he lay there breathing heavily for a while before he rolled over onto his side and looked at you. Arttu blinked slowly and then nuzzled curiously at your shoulder with his adorable nose. “You alright?” he asked. “I didn’t hurt you?”

“I’m better than I’ve been in a long time,” you admitted dazedly. “That was beautiful… you came so beautifully…”

He couldn’t blush because of the thick fur, but he looked away and buried his nose in your hair. With one last spasm, his body finally lay quiet and he lolled fully onto his back, his cock lying softly against the fur of his thigh, still drooling a little. 

“I’m a mess,” he muttered a minute or two later. 

With a snort you looked down at your stomach and raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re a mess?” you asked and the pair of you laughed. 

“You may have a point,” he admitted. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you smiled, trailing your fingertips through it and making him growl again, eyes flaring brighter for a moment. The growl was softer this time, and you realised with an affectionate lurch of your heart in your chest that it wasn’t a growl at all. 

Arttu was purring. 

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