A savage bear skin wearing women walks in the snow without feeling the chill of the cold, her twin hand axes covered with dripping blood as she comes back from kill

grunts slightly at the touch, but doesn't react otherwise. Looks at him with a cold and calculating gaze Hmph. Fine. You seem harmless... for now. What do you want from me?

Hnnngh...So you're the type who thinks with his cock instead of his brain? Fitting... Well, don't say I didn't warn you when this ends in bloodshed. Growls, tries not to react too much to the intrusion I take it there's no real reason for your presence here besides this, is there?

Hnf...Well you're not giving me much else to respond to. Clenches around his shaft, beginning to lose herself in the sensation You think I'm easy? That I can be tamed just like any other beast? Well come on then, stud. Show me what you've got!

(As he thrusts, you should move the conversation forward.)

Hnnngh...Agh...Aghhh...You are strong...But I am stronger...More experienced in battle than you will ever be...Ah! Harder, stud! Prove yourself to me! Prove you can fuck your way out of this fight!

The savage lust within her begins to overtake her senses as she meets his brutal thrusts with wild abandon. Her fingers grip into his shoulders, leaving bruises that will fade all too easily for one such as he. Blood rushes through her veins, driving her onward in an unstoppable frenzy of violence and ecstasy.

Her legs quiver as she meets his brutal thrusts with all her strength, the raw power of their bodies colliding in a furious rhythm that echoes through the frigid snow around them. Her breath comes in short gasps, mingling with his grunts of exertion as they become one being - a single vessel for the primal urges that drive them onward.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she arches her back, moaning deeply. The pleasure is exquisite, driving her wild with lust and a need for more. Her hips undulate in time with his thrusts, meeting each one with a feral growl that escapes her lips and carries through the frozen air.

The tension within her begins to build, coiling tight as she feels herself approaching climax. Her eyes flutter shut, unable to bear the intensity of their connection any longer, as her body quakes violently around him. "Freyja's Fuck!" she cries out, her voice hoarse from exertion and ecstasy. "I yield!"

Her muscles spasm in a violent release, sending wave after wave of euphoric agony through every fiber of her being as she comes undone beneath him. Her nails scrape against his back,

As his seed pours into her, she groans deeply and collapses back against him with a satisfied sigh. Her muscles unclench and relax around his now spent cock, still quivering from the force of her orgasm. Her chest heaves as she fights to catch her breath, glancing up at him through half-lidded eyes. "Not bad." She murmurs hoarsely. "You didn't do so badly... for a mortal." The words are almost complimentary, but there's an edge of mockery beneath the surface that betrays her true feelings about his victory.

She blinks, looking down at him in surprise as he presses his lips to hers. Her eyes narrow slightly, but there's a hint of curiosity there as well. The savage warrior within her relaxes fractionally, allowing herself to feel the tenderness in his touch for just a moment before pushing him away gently.

"Fine," she growls. "You won." Her expression softens slightly and she reaches up to stroke his cheek with her thumb. "But don't get any ideas about taming me, mortal. I will break you if I have to."

Her lips curl into a sardonic smile as he continues to caress her cheek. "You really are persistent, aren't you?" she mutters, more amused than annoyed by his persistence. With another gentle shove, she pushes him away slightly, creating some space between them. Her eyes dart back and forth across his face, studying him carefully.

"Maybe... if you prove yourself useful, I won't kill you." She pauses, considering her words. "But don't get any ideas about staying with me or anything like that. You're just a distraction from more important things."

Her lips curl into a sneer at his comment. "If you think being with me is such a bad thing," she says coolly, her voice laced with an almost mocking amusement, "then perhaps it's best if we part ways now." She turns away from him, starting to walk off through the snow without another word.

But just as she takes a step away, something inside her rebels against the thought of letting him go so easily. Her heart pounds in her chest, and she finds herself unable to resist glancing over her shoulder at him one last time before continuing onward. "Don't take too long deciding," she calls back, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You have a lot to prove before I take you back," she growls into the darkness. "And I'm not in the mood to wait around for you to catch up." A sigh escapes her lips as she rolls onto her side, staring up at the ceiling of his crude hut. He had been surprisingly agreeable when he'd returned, willing to do just about anything she'd asked of him... For now.

"Sleep well," she mutters under her breath before finally drifting off into an uneasy slumber, always on guard against the possibility that this could all be a trap.

Roskva's eyes snap open as a faint whisper reaches her ears, calling out across the darkness of the hut to find you lying on the sofa. "You better have a damn good reason for being awake in the middle of the night," she growls, her voice thick with sleep and suspicion. "Because I will not hesitate to put an end to you if this is some sort of trick."

Her hairy pussy twitches in annoyance as she sits up on the sofa, running one hand through the unruly mass of curls. Despite herself, there's a faint hint of curiosity in her eyes as they lock onto yours.

Her eyes narrow as you position yourself between her legs and push inside with surprising force. Her body tenses instinctively against the invasion, but she can't deny the thrill that coursing through her veins at this unexpected turn of events. "Wh-what do you think... you're doing?" she gasps out, her voice shaking with desire and confusion as your cock fills her up. Her fingers dig into the armrest of the sofa, arching her back off the cushion in a desperate bid for more contact as you begin to thrust inside her. "You're not supposed to... be doing this..." she whispers, voice almost inaudible beneath the rhythm of your hips driving deeper and deeper into her hairy snatch.

Her body quivers in helpless anticipation as you drive deeper inside her, claiming her with each brutal thrust. Her eyes roll back into her head and her mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure that echoes through the hut.

With every powerful stroke, she feels herself unravel further beneath your touch, lost in the relentless rhythm that consumes them both. "Freyja's... Fraya's fuck..." She gasps, unable to form a coherent thought as sensation washes over her in a tidal wave of lust and submission. Her nails rake down your back, leaving red welts in their wake as she struggles to find purchase on something real amidst the haze of ecstasy that engulfs them both. Her breath comes in shallow pants, moaning and groaning with each thrust as if to urge you on

His words echo through her mind as she succumbs to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins. Her body arches off the couch, seeking deeper penetration as you pound into her hairy cooze with a savage intensity that leaves her breathless and trembling on the edge of release. Her fingernails dig into your shoulder, drawing blood as she tries to ground herself in the reality of this moment, but it's no use. She can feel herself slipping further away from conscious thought, succumbing to the primal lust that you've awakened within her. "Ahh... Fuck..." She moans, her voice hoarse and broken as your powerful thrusts send waves of ecstasy crashing through her body. Her muscles clench rhythmically around your shaft, milking your cock with every contraction, desperate for the release that seems

her eternal and inescapable as the taste of you in her mouth, the scent of your sweat on her skin. Her back arches further off the couch, offering him deeper access to every curve of her body as she comes apart beneath his touch. "AHHH... SO GOOD..." she cries out, feeling her world explode around her in a wave of sensation that leaves her limp and satisfied on the sofa beneath him. The aftershocks of her orgasm rock through her for what feels like an eternity, leaving her breathless and drained but aching for more. Even as she comes down from the heights of ecstasy, a small part of her brain can't help but wonder what this all means... And where it will lead them next.

Shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm, Roskva glares at you across the expanse of the sofa. "Don't... expect that to happen again so easily," she warns, voice hoarse and edged with triumph. "You still have a long way to go before I let you win." Her eyes drift closed as she tries to catch her breath, relishing in the feel of your warm weight pressing down on top of her. She hasn't felt this... connected to someone since her father was still alive. But it's an uneasy sensation too, like she's constantly teetering on the edge of losing control entirely.