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“Last time I purchase your pick’s Niles.” Elizabeth muttered, digging her ice axe further into the frozen cliff face. A gust of wind billowed around her, biting into her fur despite being buried beneath a thick layer of fur clothing that hugged against her.
 
She wrenched the other pick beneath her from the sheet of ice, keeping a tight grip on her other one as it slipped free. With a swing, Elizabeth brought the ice pick over her head and spearing into the cliff, pulling her axe free shortly after.
 
Nile’s, the ursine blacksmith in Elizabeth’s town, was probably the most inconsistent blacksmith she ever knew. his picks were of two variety: sturdier and stronger than the talon of a dragon or as weak and feeble as his pride. Had it not been for the former, Elizabeth wouldn’t purchase from the big fur ball, although now she was definitely paying for the gamble.
 
The broken head of one of Nile’s less-than-stellar picks jutted from the icy crag beneath her, the handle long lost to the snow far below. She was gonna kill him for giving her another shoddy tool. Thank the gods she had brought her spare just in case. With another heavy swing she continued to climb up the cliff.
 
Each swing made her bones creak from the cold, but still she climbed on, knowing what prize awaited her higher up. Dureula’s icy mountain caps were always a harrowing journey to make, but bringing back even a handful of the rare Dragonfruit that survived far up in the mountain could feed Elizabeth for an entire month. One swing of her axe skipped off the ice, showering Elizabeth in shards of ice.
 
“Damnit!” she shouted into the wind, adjusting her grip as she swung again, this time getting the axe to embed itself into the cliff. Two more swings brought her to the lip of what Elizabeth hoped was solid ground. The wind was picking up faster than she had hoped, bringing with it a flurry of snow that clung to her whiskers.
 
She scrambled over the edge of the cliff, huffing heavily as she rolled onto her back. She had been climbing for a solid hour and a half, and still had a long way to go before she reached where the Dragonfruit supposedly grew. Elizabeth sat up, brushing the snow off her clothing and face as she took a break, taking in the view while she let her arms rest
 
The sun was shining brightly over the icy white crags of the mountainside, reflecting off the snowbanks in an almost pearly white glow. Even halfway up the mountain, Elizabeth could see miles and miles of snowy forest below, stretching well beyond the horizon and broken only by the roads that cut through thickets and the towns that peeked above the treetops. Clouds hovered nearly level with Elizabeth, snow drifting from them to blanket the already pearly white forests. She had climbed these same mountains for years, yet every time she reached its peak, there was always the beauty of the world to greet her gaze. 
 
A chilling wind tore Elizabeth’s gaze from the grand landscape before her, and she grabbed her climbing tools to continue the climb. Instead of scaling the sheer cliff face for gods know how long, Elizabeth trudged through the thick snow up the mountain slopes, stomping the fluffy snow down to forge a path through.
 
Aside from the howling wind around her, the mountain was deathly silent That silence was broken by an unearthly cracking from behind Elizabeth, who twisted around with axe raised high. The edge of the cliff where she had rested had split in three, slowly falling forward out of sight to the depths below. She heard the shattering of ice as they struck somewhere below, the noise echoing like an explosion as the ground beneath Elizabeth quaked from the impact below.
 
“Oh fuck.” Elizabeth muttered, looking around with fearful caution. Somewhere on the mountain, howls rang out in unison. The air seemed to dip even lower in temperature as the howling grew louder. Another cracking of ice brought Elizabeth’s attention back to the edge.
 
Despite the freezing cold, Elizabeth felt a bead of sweat slide past her cheek, broking into a sprint, tearing through the undisturbed snow faster than she knew possible. Behind her, the crumbling edge gave way again, dropping another sheet of ice into the abyss below to shatter against the mountain.
 
The crunching of snow behind Elizabeth served to speed her up, legs pulverizing snow beneath her boots as she neared another wall of ice. Climbing with her picks was too slow, leaving Elizabeth no other choice than to turn and defend herself.
 
Of the threats of freezing or falling to death on the frosted mountains of Dureula, being killed by the giant ice wolves known as Ice Jaws was definitely at the bottom of Elizabeth’s ways to go.
 
Now she found herself backed to a corner and surrounded by a pack of the white-furred beasts. As their names implied, Ice Jaws were almost pure white in color with fangs made of pure ice. They were feared by everyone who lived in the beast's domain. Even as Elizabeth’s eyes darted between each of the wolves, each of them were nearly invisible in the snow save for the few dark patches of skin that were exposed to the light.
 
As a stroke of luck, Elizabeth had been cornered by only four of the beasts, hardly even half a pack. Which would have put her in good odds had she not seen what dangled between their hind legs.
 
Each of the white dogs were sporting a throbbing red erection, clear as daylight and bobbing with each step they took towards her. Elizabeth’s hands clenched around her picks, eyes wide with fear. Elizabeth never had issues with this route, yet now she was surrounded by, of all things, horny wolves.
 
She wasn’t defenseless, shown by the steel grey climbing tools gripped in her hands. She even had some experience with the arcane arts, but draining her mana would no doubt cripple her stamina and fighting skills. Elizabeth backed away further from the slowly approaching Ice Jaws, her back pressed against the ice.
 
The wolves kept stepping closer towards her, mouths and crimson dicks dripping in anticipation. Another echo of cracking ice behind the wolves seemed to spur them into action, all four leaping and bounding through the snow towards Elizabeth.
 
But she had different plans in mind, turning away from the approaching beasts and slipping her climbing tools into her belt, yanking her gloves off in the process. The Ice Jaws were almost upon on her when she buried her claws into the sheet of ice, shining with purple energy. With a mighty yank, Elizabeth catapulted herself halfway up the wall, her hands pulling her tools from her belt in a flash, spearing their pointed tips into the wall to stop herself from falling.
 
The Ice Jaws slowed to a stop, one slipping on the snow and smashing its skull into the solid ice. Elizabeth's arms were a blur of grey and brown, scaling further up with hasty swings. She knew it was only a matter of seconds before they followed her up, but her paws had already begun to freeze from the cold, the magick in her claws staving off the impending agony long enough for her to hopefully make an escape.
 
Her assumptions were correct as one of the wolves leaped onto the wall and began running up the ice towards her.  Two more were close behind, the fourth still down from his crash into the sheet of ice. Elizabeth climbed as fast as she could, knowing she couldn’t outclimb an Ice Jaw if it was one paw short.
 
The one leading the pack was close behind, leaving Elizabeth no time to try and climb further. Instead, she wrenched a pick from the ice and swung it at the wolf. Her attack went wide, barely grazing the beast as it leaped towards her, claws extended to bring her down.
 
Elizabeth let go of her other pick that was still embedded in the ice, dropping her out of the way of the attack. She hadn’t thought very far ahead, plunging down towards the two wolves that lagged behind their leader. Seizing her only weapon with both hands, Elizabeth swung with all her might at the cliff, shredding a line down the ice as she slowed her descent.
 
Whatever luck Elizabeth had been running on so far had clearly run out as her pick caught on a hard patch somewhere in the ice, tearing it from her grip. The two Ice Jaws, seeing their prey falling towards them lept away from the descending Serulian, letting her fall the rest of the way to the ground.
 
Had she any luck to run on, Elizabeth might have landed amongst the snow to cushion at least SOME of the fall, instead crashing down against the hard ice with a painful crack, knocking any air she had left out of her lungs.
 
The leading Ice Jaw landed shortly after, far more graceful than their prey had, which all four descended upon with gusto. Elizabeth yelled, kicked, and flailed with what little breath and energy she had, trying to bat away the Ice Jaws that bit into her clothing.
 
Ice spread from their icy teeth over her fur garments, briefly holding Elizabeth in place until it shattered, her coat and undershirt falling away in clumps of ice, leaving her chest exposed to the freezing cold.
 
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Icy wind washed over Elizabeth’s chest, sending shivers across her body. She tried to protect what little modesty she had with her arms, covering her breasts from the chilling wind. One of the Ice Jaws waltzed overtop of Elizabeth, his raging erection dripping onto her face as he lowered himself onto her.
 
Elizabeth, knowing it was hopeless to even try and fight now, hardly struggled as the wolf humped against her face until it found its mark, spearing half of his length past her lips into her mouth. Elizabeth gagged as the wolf thrusted wildly into her face, jabbing at the back of her throat with his lengthy dog cock, forcing her lips wide to accommodate his immense girth.
 
The other Ice Jaws had also begun working on her pants, pulling at the cloth until it tore free from her legs, revealing more of her mint green fur to the frigid air. The last of her clothes that remained was her panties, the final defense for her decency. One bite was all it took to rip the cloth undergarment away from Elizabeth, giving the dogs a grandeur view of their grand prize.
 
One of the beasts wedged its nose between her thighs against Elizabeth’s moist lips, breathing in her scent. The other Ice Jaw, having lost to its brother, moved to Elizabeth’s side and sat against her, its white fur warming her freezing body and deterring the icy winds.
 
Was it keeping her warm? The fourth Ice Jaw, having been slow to recover, did the same. Elizabeth was utterly confused, why were they keeping her warm? Surely they didn’t care about the warmth of their next meal. Still, their fur was thick and warm to the touch, far more acclimated to the frozen mountains than Elizabeth’s own.
 
Her thoughts were interrupted as the Ice Jaw that was pounding away at her face sped up in his thrusts, giving a howl as he pushed his knot past her jaw and began to spew seed into her mouth, forcing her to either swallow or suffocate. Ice Jaw’s cum was surprisingly hot, as Elizabeth came to find out as the dog yanked his still-squirting dick free from her mouth, marking her face with his cum.
 
The Ice Jaw between her legs took a final sniff before he began lapping at her folds, nudging its snout further between her legs. Elizabeth held back her moans as the dog between her legs slavered over her folds, an intense heat washing over her nethers. A realization dawned over Elizabeth as she fought against her own needs, finally understanding how and why the Ice Jaws had found her.
 
She was in heat. Elizabeth had completely forgotten that her cycle had begun earlier today. and the Ice Jaws had caught her scent.
 
The one Ice Jaw in front of Elizabeth’s face stood up, along with one by her side and traded places. The new wolf that stood above her repeated the process of the first, levelling his rigid dong with her mouth and ramming it inside. His cock was, thankfully, smaller than the first one, giving Elizabeth a chance to catch her breath after every thrust. Each breath was a lungful of the wolf’s crotch, musk perfuming her nostrils and clouding her thoughts.
 
The tongue working her lips receded at that moment, leaving Elizabeth’s dripping slit quivering in the cold. It was soon replaced with the Ice Jaws warm fur coat and his firm shaft grinding against her folds. No matter how much Elizabeth fought the thought, she wanted, no, she needed something to fill her needy depths.
 
Unable to contain herself, Elizabeth let out a long moan, muffled by the cock rammed between her lips. The Ice Jaw between her legs just as eager to begin, giving a few inaccurate thrusts that only grinded his shaft harder against Elizabeth’s clit, teasing her more and more.
 
Elizabeth’s hand shot down to her muff, grabbing the dog’s cock in her hand. The wolf gave a surprised yelp as her cold hand wrapped around his dong, aiming it down towards her awaiting passage. A sudden thrust was all it took for Elizabeth’s thoughts to melts as her nether lips were split wide for the canine’s erection.
 
The Ice Jaw making use of her mouth jolted in surprise, feeling their prey’s tongue feverishly rubbing against his shaft. All too soon, he felt his dick begin spurting jizz into her mouth, which Elizabeth hungrily swallowed.
 
The fourth Ice Jaw’s tail wagged happily, seeing his pack member pull free from Elizabeth’s head, still trailing a thin white line of cum as he swapped places. Meanwhile, the first Ice Jaw was hammering away at Elizabeth’s cunt, her walls quivering with every thrust he pounded home into her heavenly depths. His knot bashed against her lips, gouts of her juices shooting out onto the icy ground in a puddle as she wailed her pleasures to the sky.
 
The two canines beside Elizabeth had regained their own hard-ons, cocks standing at attention as the slapping and squishing of their pack member and Elizabeth continued to grow louder and louder. With one final thrust, the Ice Jaw pushed his knot past Elizabeth’s folds, the two howling with lust as his cock sprayed its eagerly awaited load into her depths.
 
Elizabeth’s pussy squeezed against the cock that rubbed against every corner of her folds, milking the Ice Jaw for everything it had. The fourth Ice Jaw, eager to enter the fun, slipped his own member into Elizabeth’s open mouth, her tongue absentmindedly reaching out to meet his pointed tip with eagerness.
 
Elizabeth’s mind was clouded with lust, lost in the droves of her own orgasms that seemed unending. Whatever thoughts of escape were lost with the frigid winds that blew around them, made clear as she sucked against the Ice Jaws canine-cock with a tender but wanton need to pleasure the beasts that surrounded her.
 
It wasn’t until she heard the cracking of ice as something landed beside their orgy that snapped Elizabeth from her sexual haze. Imbedded in the ground not even a foot away was her climbing pickaxe.
 
She had a chance, albeit a slim one, to escape. Her attention was torn from her pick as the Ice Jaw firmly wedged in her vagina gave a yank, pulling her back as his knot popped free from her stretched twat with a gush of fluids.
 
The fourth wolf seemed to notice Elizabeth’s working of his shaft halt, giving a thrust to try and get her to continue. Elizabeth restarted in her working of the wide rod in her mouth, mind at work on how she could get away from the beasts long enough to use her pick and escape.
 
The opening came when one of the Ice Jaws stood up to take the place of the first between her legs. Elizabeth chose that moment to wrench the dick from her mouth and cast one of the only spells she knew: Fireball.
 
Elizabeth rolled away from the Ice Jaws far enough to stand and fling a orb of red fire in their direction, the wolves taken by surprise that their prize was attempting another escape. The ball of fire detonated on the one that had sat beside Elizabeth, a plume of fire engulfing the four beasts in a fiery cloud of smoke.
 
Elizabeth hardly waited to see if her attack had been effective, pulling her climbing pick from the ice. The explosion from the fireball seemed to shake the entire mountainside, and alerted more Ice Jaws to Elizabeth’s location based off the mixture of howls that filled the air. Worse, a distant rumbling was becoming all too clear to her feline ears.
 
She wasted no time in sprinting with all she had past the plume of smoke and through the trail of crushed snow. Without the Ice Jaws to keep her warm, the wind pierced her short Serulian fur with ice cold ease, but the mixture of howls and rumbling from behind her made the cold a distant issue in her mind.
 
Naked and panicked, Elizabeth turned to look at the absolute chaos she had caused behind her. The Ice Jaws she had blindsided with her spell had recovered, sporting half-burnt fur along their body that still smoldered with smoke. Behind them, more of their pack had joined in the chase, although judging by the cascading avalanche of snow behind them, Elizabeth wasn’t quite sure they were interested in her anymore.
 
Turning her attention ahead of her, Elizabeth grinded to a halt as she nearly ran straight off the jagged cliff.
 
“Oh god dammit!” She shouted, trying to think of some way she could escape. One of the Ice Jaws, she wasn’t sure which, leaped onto her back. Elizabeth was hardly prepared as she, and what she could only count in the blur of snow and fur as about thirty other Ice Jaws, were catapulted off the edge of the icy crag with a cascading wave of snow.
 
Howls and yelps filled the air as Elizabeth wrestled the wolf on her back in the air. The Ice Jaw was persistent, latching onto her with his legs as they tumbled through the air.
 
“Fucking let go you mutt!” Elizabeth yelled, seeing the ground below coming far too quickly. The Ice Jaw, the fourth that had crashed against the wall and been enjoying a nice blowjob when she had escaped, twisted Elizabeth around so he was below her. The ground below was almost a foot of snow, and in the course of about twenty seconds, became a hailstorm of Ice Jaws, snow, and one naked Serulian.
 
The landing cracked Elizabeth’s head against the wolf latched to her back’s jaw, knocking the both of them out. With both unable to even attempt to avoid it, Elizabeth and the Ice Jaw were buried beneath the avalanche’s cold white fury.
 
 
 
To be continue…?