Taboo Frostbound Ecstasy 💋
Hey, if you’re craving that raw, forbidden rush, dive into Chapter 1. Or skip ahead: Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6.
Chapter 1: Cabin Fever Ignites 🔥
I slammed the cabin door behind me, the wood rattling like my frayed nerves. Snow whipped across the frozen lake outside, turning the world into a white blur. Lila Voss, that’s me—brunette curls matted under my beanie, curves squeezed into jeans that suddenly felt too tight. Twenty-six, freshly fired from my gallery job in the city, and dumped by that asshole Brad two days ago. The prick wanted me barefoot and pregnant, chained to his kitchen counter, no art shows or dreams allowed. Fuck that noise. I craved more—wild strokes on canvas, wilder in bed.
But tonight? Solstice eve, the longest night bitch-slapping the shortest day. I’d rented this remote Adirondack shack to paint, escape, forget. Instead, rage boiled low in my gut, mixing with a throb between my thighs. Brad never got me off right—too selfish, too small. My fantasies? Taboo shit, the kind you whisper in the dark. Gangbanged by strangers, huge cocks stretching every hole, no mercy. I’d sketched it once, hidden the drawing like contraband.
Inside smelled of pine resin and neglect. I kicked off boots, socks squishing wet. Fireplace crackled half-assed; I tossed logs till flames roared, shadows dancing like demons on log walls. Whiskey burned my throat—cheap bottle from the drive up. Hornier than a bitch in heat, pussy aching. No signal for hookups, no neighbors for miles. Just me, the storm, and urges clawing my insides.
Stripped to tank and panties, I paced. Nipples peaked against cotton, begging touch. But fingers wouldn’t cut it—never did. I needed monster meat, pounding till I screamed. Grabbing sketchpad, I doodled feverishly: five hulking figures, cocks like battering rams, claiming a woman lost in bliss. Taboo. Pure, filthy taboo. My breath hitched, juices slicking thighs.
Screw this. I needed air, movement. Bundled up, I stomped out into the blizzard. Snow stung cheeks, wind howled promises of oblivion. By the lake’s edge, under pines groaning with ice, I started rolling. Not snowmen—snow giants. Massive balls, taller than my five-foot-four frame. Muscles from gym days kicked in; sweat beaded despite cold. Each mound fueled fury: Brad’s smirk, boss’s pink slip, life’s dead ends.
Hours blurred. Five behemoths stood sentinel, arms from branches slick with frost. For cocks? Twisted limbs, thick as wrists, jutting proud. Crude, primal. I stepped back, panting clouds. Stars pierced clouds impossibly bright, solstice magic humming. Something stirred—hope? Delirium?
A memory flickered: cabin owner’s note. “Old lore says this night thins veils. Offerings appease spirits. Cabin drawer has talismans.” Weird, but hell, why not? Back inside, I rifled: five crystal phalluses, glowing faint blue. Witchy shit. Perfect fit for my giants’ groins. I jammed them in, snow crunching soft.
Chapter 2: The Forbidden Wish
Wind died sudden, like breath held. I faced my creations, heart thumping wild. “If you’re real, spirits… give me what I need.” Voice cracked. Taboo words spilled: “I want it raw. Five studs, cocks like gods, fucking me senseless. No holds barred—every hole, every way. Taboo pleasure, the kind that breaks me.” Fingers trembled shoving last crystal deep. Stars blazed approval?
Then chaos. Gale roared just around me, snow vortex swallowing sight. Chimes tinkled ethereal, bells laughing mad. I huddled, terror spiking lust. Body heated unnatural, pussy clenching void. Vortex spat me out; I spun, gasped.
Holy fuck. My snow giants… alive. Seven feet of rippling ice-blue muscle, skin shimmering white-silver. Bald heads gleamed, golden eyes smoldered warm. Nude, every inch sculpted perfection. And those cocks—flaccid still, but girthy forearms, veined ridges pulsing faint. Crystals transformed, longer now, thicker, dripping frost-melt like pre-cum.
I froze, mouth dry. Impossible. Insane. But their gaze… hungry, kind. No threat, pure promise. Leader stepped fluid, heat radiating like furnace. “Lila,” he rumbled, bass vibrating bones. “Your taboo call echoes old powers. We are Frostkin, born of solstice storm. Name us: Thorne, Ryk, Vex, Draven, Slade.”
Thorne—leader—towered close. Scent: crisp ozone, masculine musk. “We grant your deepest taboo wish. Pleasure unbound, till dawn claims us.” His hand cupped my chin, thumb tracing lips. Warm—scalding almost. Fear melted; desire flooded. These weren’t men. Beings. For me.
“This… taboo,” I whispered, eyes devouring his slab chest, down to that awakening beast thickening. Ryk chuckled low behind, breath hot neck. “Taboo’s our gift, little fire.” Hands everywhere—gentle tugs at zipper. Panic flickered. “Not here. Cabin—warmer.”
Thorne grinned wicked. “We’d melt inside, hearth too fierce. Here, under stars, veil protects. Magic warms you.” They stripped me efficient: coat flung, sweater shredded, bra snapped. Cold? Gone. Heat bloomed everywhere, skin flushing. Panties yanked; I stood bare, freckles dotting full tits, wide hips, trimmed bush glistening.
Vex knelt, nose brushing thigh. “Smell her need. Sweet taboo nectar.” Tongue flicked—magic spark. I moaned, knees buckled.
Chapter 3: Worship of the Flesh
They encircled me, giants in snow, bodies steaming faint. Thorne lifted me effortless, cradled like doll. Lips crashed mine—hot, demanding. Tongue invaded, tasting winter spice. Hands roamed: Draven palmed ass cheeks, spreading; Slade suckled tit, fangs nipping perfect sting.
“Fuck, yes,” I gasped into Thorne’s mouth. Crude urge spilled. “Suck these tits harder. Make ’em bruise.” He growled approval, golden eyes flaring. Laid on snow—soft as cloud now, magic bed. They knelt worshipful, yet feral.
Ryk between legs, broad shoulders parting thighs. “This cunt’s ours tonight.” Breath teased clit; I arched. Tongue plunged deep, lapping walls, curling secrets. Juices flowed rivers; he slurped loud, obscene. “Tastes like forbidden sin. Taboo honey.”
Vex and Slade on tits—mouths vacuum seals, teeth grazing areolas. Pain-pleasure lanced core. Draven fed cock to lips: “Suck, slut. Worship back.” I did—lips stretch, jaw aches around girth. Salty-sweet pre, veins throbbing tongue. Half-hard, filled throat; gagged happy.
Thorne stroked hair. “Good girl. Take brother’s meat.” Swirled hips into Ryk’s face; he hummed vibration. Orgasm built fast—too fast. “Gonna… cum!” They redoubled: fingers joined tongues, probing ass too. Exploded—screaming around cock, squirting Ryk’s chin.
New scene: They hoisted me, passed like toy. Back to cabin edge—not in, but porch shadows. Magic veil shimmered, hiding us. Thorne sat rocking chair (frosted now), impaled me reverse. Cock breached pussy slow—stretching burn divine. “So tight. Taboo virgin to our size?” Inch by inch, bottomed womb. Full, stuffed.
Bounced me slow, hands mauling tits. Ryk mounted face—ass to mouth. “Rim me, fireling.” Tongue delved puckered star, musky clean. Others stroked massive rods, pre flying arcs.
Riding Thorne, scent pine-sweat-sex heavy. Tastes mingled: ass tang, pussy cream. Sights: cocks jerking hypnotic. Sounds: wet slaps, grunts, my whimpers. Touches: everywhere electric.
Chapter 4: Holes Claimed Ruthless
Thorne flooded pussy—hot cum, endless ropes painting insides. Pulled free; gape winked, cream drooling. “Next,” Slade barked. Flipped me doggy snow-mound. No prep—rammed ass dryish. Burn! But lube from his pre-slick shaft eased. “Fuck my shithole! Deeper!” Taboo filth poured.
He pounded brutal, balls slapping clit. Vex under, cock in pussy—double stuffed. Walls friction fire; screamed ecstasy. “Rip me! Both cocks grinding!” Draven throat-fucked synced; Ryk and Thorne tit-slapped, pinching nipples raw.
Flashback hit mid-thrust: Brad’s limp dick, vanilla missionary. Laughable now. These Frostkin wrecked proper—taboo gang-reaming solstice gift.
Orgasms chained: ass clenched Slade milk-load; pussy spasmed Vex torrent. Cum bubbled holes, air farting squelch. They rotated merciless. New scene: Wheelbarrow hold—Draven arms legs spread eagle, Ryk ass-plowing, Vex pussy-pistoning, Thorne/others jerking targets face.
“Drown in seed, taboo whore!” Cum blasts painted—eyes, hair, tongue lapping greedy. Body quaked overload, but hunger grew. Magic sustained—endless stamina, warmth cocoon.
Dialogue crude: “Piss on her tits,” Vex growled. I nodded frantic. Golden streams arced warm, soaking chest. Taboo degradation peaked bliss. “Yes, mark your slut!”
Chapter 5: Triple Threat Inferno
Dawn hinted purple edges, but night ours. They stacked me: Thorne supine snow, cock pussy. Slade atop, ass invaded. Vex knelt forward—mouth third hole? No: angled, cock squeezing between pussy-ass barrier, triple stretch impossible.
“Can’t… too much!” But did—magic yielded flesh. Three massive rods one tight space? No—dual anal/vag, Vex throat. Wait, evolved: Thorne pussy, Slade ass, Vex slots beside Thorne pussy-stuffed double-cunt.
Stuffed beyond—screams muffled Vex cock. Ryk/Draven jerked flanks, balls tea-bagged face. Senses overload: Stretch pain ecstasy; cum inflating guts; musk choking; slaps echoing woods; tastes endless salt.
“Feel that taboo fullness? Ours forever this night.” Climaxed universe-shattering—holes convulsing milking floods. Collapsed puddle cum-snow.
New conflict: Jealous flare—Ryk shoves Slade. “My turn core.” Fought playful, wrestling oiled muscle. Pinned, rotated. I laughed wild, directing: “Gang my tits now.” Two cocks between mounds, tittyfuck frenzy.
Hours blurred—positions infinite. Fisting? Fingers five per hole, stretching obscene. Toys? Crystal cocks vibrated magic, ass/pussy/cunt plugged dancing.
Chapter 6: Dawn’s Taboo Farewell 💋
Sky lightened; Frostkin glowed brighter, edges softening. Final frenzy: All five cocks ring-around-rosy jerking over me spread-eagle. “Last gift, Lila. Taboo baptism.” Ropes erupted—face glazed, tits drowned, belly pooled, pussy/ass overflow.
Basked, scooping tasting. “Don’t fade… more.” Thorne knelt gentle. “Wish sated. Powers reclaim.” Kissed forehead; bodies dissolved sparkles, snowmen reformed—crystals intact.
Alone, wrecked glorious. Body hummed aftershocks, every muscle sung. Cum dried crusty; warmth lingered. Stumbled cabin, collapsed hearth. Smiled wicked. Taboo night changed everything. Art? Inspired. Life? Reborn. Solstice turned point—darker desires embraced.
Outside, snowmen stood sentinel. Winked? Nah. But I’d return. Next solstice, bigger wish.
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