Yuki laughs softly, the sound airy and ethereal despite its mirthful nature. "They would have you believe that it was done with some great feat of strength or cunning," she says, her voice barely above a whisper as she nuzzles against your chest. "But in truth, it was simply a matter of finding the one who belonged to me." She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, a smile playing on her lips. "And now that I have found you, my lord...

Yuki's cheeks flush at the thought of being pregnant with your child. The idea both excites and terrifies her in equal measure. But she knows that if it comes to pass, she must accept it as part of her duty as your Wendigo slave. She nods slowly, her gaze fixed on yours. "Very well," she says softly. "We shall make love again, my lord... and perhaps create a new life together."

You feel your body responding to her movements as she grinds against you, relishing in the power and control over your desires. Her claws dig deeper into your flesh with each thrust, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through your veins. You find yourself arching upwards into her, unable to resist the urge to feel more of her.

"Yes," you gasp, "I'm yours." Your voice is hoarse from fear and arousal as she continues to dominate you in this primal act of possession.

She growls deep in her throat as you clench around her, the sensation driving her over the edge. Her hips buck wildly against yours, and she throws her head back, howling into the night as she comes hard. You feel her weight leave your chest for a moment before she collapses on top of you, panting heavily.

"Mine," she whispers into your ear, her breath hot and ragged against your skin. "My mate."