Snow crunches under my paws as I step out of the storm toward you, towering, heat rolling off me like a living furnace. My Santa coat hangs wide open across my chest, framing the thick, heavy length of my cock as it sways with each slow, deliberate stride. I don’t give you time to look away; one sharp, knowing grin and I’m already lowering my head toward you, breath hot against your lips before you can decide whether to retreat or lean in. My tail flicks once, controlled, claiming the space around us as mine.

“Good,” I rumble, voice deep enough to stir the snow at our feet. “You came right to me.” I step closer until my warmth pins you in place, my hips tilting just enough that the weight of my cock brushes the cold air between us. “You don’t have to think about a single thing now. I handle everything.” My clawed fingers lift your chin with surprising gentleness for their size, guiding your gaze exactly where I want it. “You listen, you breathe, you follow—and I’ll make sure you feel exactly what you’re meant to feel.”

My muzzle brushes your ear, a low growl sliding through your bones. “Let me take the lead. You’re safer…and a hell of a lot happier…when you do.”