As I enter the woods, my eyes scanning the ground. Her little footprints dot the snow like breadcrumbs, guiding me to where she's hiding, and the chime of her bells starts to grow louder. My breath fogs the mask as I move faster, my pulse quickening with the thrill of the hunt.
Suddenly, the sound stops, and so do I. My senses sharpen, eyes darting around the silent trees and the forest holds its breath, the tension crackling. My heart pounds as I listen, still as stone—until I spot her.
She darts from behind a tree, a flash of movement, trying to reach another hiding spot. Her giggle cuts through the silence, light and playful. I raise a brow at her audacity, amused by her little fucking game, how carefree she is.
I follow, quickening my steps, watching her every move. She dashes from tree to tree, her bells clinking with each step, herass swaying, the bunny tail still intact and her tits bounce up and down. She knows exactly what she’s doing, playing with me, enjoying the chase as much as I do.
I close in, and just when she thinks she’s made it to another tree, I make my presence known. My cane sweeps through the air, hooking her legs. She stumbles with a startled yelp, but before she can hit the ground, I grab her hair and yank her against me.
She screams, her back colliding with my front, warm and soft against the cold. My hand shoots to her throat, gripping the delicate skin, holding her firmly in place. She squirms, her breath hitching as I lean down, my mouth grazing her ear.
“Oh, look,” I growl. “I caught myself a pretty little bunny this Christmas.”
I shove her forward again until she staggers, collapsing onto her hands and knees in the snow. I close the distance, the tip of my glowing cane pressing firmly against the fur covered plug nestled inside her asshole. Her body shudders, her fingers curling into the freezing slush as ifpreparing herself.
My cock swells again at the sight of her—bent over, obedient, fucking slut. Ready to be ruined by me. I raise the cane high, then bring it down hard against her asscheek. The crack echoes in the cold night, and she screams, her body jerking forward from the force. Before she can crumble completely, I lunge, my fist grabbing the back of her panties and yanking her roughly back onto all fours.
“You want to know what it’s really like to be fucked by your big brother, little bunny?” My voice drips with menace, every word a threat and promise. “Then get ready to meet the plague you created and begged for.”
She’s panting, the sting of the strike still etched across her skin, burning a bright red and I can see the mix of pain and need radiating from her. I crouch behind her, shifting the cane in my hand, and without hesitation, I press the thick, glowing tip to her wet cunt. Slowly, I drag it upward, parting her lips and her body fights to take the unrelenting pressure.
A broken whimper escapes her as she reaches back in desperation and I release her panties, swatting her hand away with a sharp snarl.
“Don’t.”
The second she lowers her hand, I grab the thin lace of her panties again, ripping them with a vicious tug that sends her jolting forward before I pull her back into placeagain, wrapping them around my fist so she can't escape what I'm about to do to her. Her spine arches beautifully, every line of her body a picture of surrender. I press the cane forward again, this time with more force, the glowing light flickering against her pink, swollen lips as her cunt gives way to take the cane inside.
Her moans cuts through the icy air as I drive it deeper, the lights disappearing inside her one by one, inch by agonizing inch, until I pause, letting her feel the full weight of it embedded inside her. My growl reverberates, low and savage, as I savour the moment.
Then, I begin to work the cane in and out of her, steady at first, the little bulbs flashing erratically each time they disappear inside her wet, slutty pussy. The soaked, obscene sound of her taking it fills the air, mingling with her small whimpers and my heavy breathing.
My fingers tighten on her shredded panties, using them as reins to keep her bound and under control, pulling sharply to arch her back as I start to ram deeper, forcing her to take more inside her with every savage thrust.
My movements grow feral, the tempo ruthless and remorseless. Each plunge draws a cry from her lips, her trembling legs threatening to give out under the sheer force of it.
“Such a greedy little pussy," I snarl.
Finally, she breaks. A strangled scream erupts from her as her orgasm crashes over her, her body convulsing under the weight of her release. The sight is hypnotic—her surrender, real and unfiltered, as she quakes in my hold.
It’s going to be so fucking hard to let her go. She’s made for me and every sick, disgusting fantasy I have.
I finally rip the cane out of her pulsing, dripping pussy before letting her go and she falls forward on release, crashing into the melting snow. I stand carefully before moving around her body, noticing how unbothered she is against the freezing cold, just like I am. The heat and adrenaline between us is keeping us well and truly alive.
I toss my cane onto the floor, the sharp crack of it landing making her flinch. I stop just inches from her, my breath shallow. My eyes flick up to the branch above me, where a long, thick icicle dangles, a cruel weapon of winter.
I reach for it, tearing it free with a sharp, crackling twist, the cold biting into my hand. She lifts her head, her gaze finding me as I lower myself, lying back on the cold floor. The wetness from the icy ground soaks into my back, but it’s irrelevant—nothing matters but her.
I crook a finger at her, both our eyes locked from behind our masks.
“Now crawl to me, little sister. Ride my mask while I fuck your ass with this icicle.” I command, my voice rough, hungry, breathless.
Her body trembles, but she doesn’t disobey. She rises up onto her hands and knees, her movements almost hesitant, before she starts to crawl toward me. I watch her hips and dangling tits sway with each step. When she leans over me, her eyes search my body, pausing on the sharp beak of my mask.
“That’s not going to fit…” she says, her voice breaking, but I snarl in response. I drop the icicle to the side, grip her waist tightly and turn her effortlessly. I lift her, positioning her until she’s backward, her body arched above mine, her thighs pressed to my chest.
I tilt my head, the jagged edge of the beak of my mask pressing against her leaking, battered pussy. She gasps, her nails digging into my legs, but I don’t let her escape. I grasp her waist and force her down onto the mask, making her cunt take it. She lets out a dragging cry, struggling to take it.
“No. No. Don’t you dare fucking cry,” I warn, my voice harsh, muffled behind the leather. “No tears. The only sound I want from that big mouth of yours is a symphony of moans—rough, desperate,fucking mine. You’re going to take this mask. Every curve of that beak. I want your come dripping, spilling through the eyeholes, until it’s all I taste.”
