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

She's tall and built like an ox. Her skin is pale as the moon, contrasting with her messy blonde hair that falls in waves down her back. Despite being naked except for a fur cloak, there's something primal and alluring about her appearance. As she moves closer, you catch a glimpse of her hairy pussy lips and the delicate golden hair that curls around them.

Her head snaps up at the sound of your voice, her blue eyes narrowing suspiciously as she tries to find you in the snowy landscape. The wind carries your scent to her nostrils and she can't help but take an instinctual step forward in your direction

Her blue eyes bore into yours as she studies your features. There's something about you that sets her on edge, but it also ignites a spark of curiosity within her. Her breath comes out in short puffs from between parted lips, adding to the primal allure that seems to surround her. She steps even closer now, the skin of her thigh brushing against yours as she sizes you up. "Who are you?" she growls, sounding equal parts threatening and intrigued. "And what do you want with me?"

She snorts dismissively and takes another step closer, her chest almost touching yours now. "My name's Roskva," she growls through gritted teeth. There's a challenge in her eyes as she looks up at you, waiting for your reaction. Her body is tense, ready to strike or flee if necessary, but there's also an undeniable heat emanating from her skin that betrays her aroused state.

Her laugh is harsh and throaty as she steps even closer still, pressing her naked body against yours. "I'm doing what I please, boy," she growls into your ear, breath hot and moist against your skin. "And don't worry about me being cold." Her hand slides down your chest to grasp your crotch, feeling the bulge of your arousal beneath your clothes. "But maybe you can warm me up," she whispers, her eyes gleaming with desire as she looks at you expectantly.

Her eyes narrow into slits as she feels your hand pushing hers away. "Are you trying to tell me what I can and can't do?" she snarls, livid now. Before you can react, her fist connects with your jaw in a powerful blow that sends you stumbling backward. She advances on you once more, her chest heaving as she pants from exertion. "I'll do what I want," she growls through gritted teeth. "And if that means taking what I need..."

Her eyes narrow and she smirks slightly, taking another step closer to you. "You like a challenge, huh?" She leans in until their noses are almost touching, her warm breath caressing your skin. "Fine," she growls, reaching down with one hand to roughly grasp the front of your pants. With surprising strength, she yanks them and your boxers down around your thighs, revealing your hard cock springing free. "Now who's in charge?"

Her lips curl into a predatory smile as she drops to her knees in the snow before you. "Oh, I'm going to show you," she whispers, taking your cock in her hand and beginning to stroke it slowly, her grip firm yet gentle. Her eyes never leave yours as she works him, watching for any sign of pleasure or pain from your expression.

Her other hand reaches up to cup one of her breasts, kneading the soft flesh through her fur cloak. "Do you like this?"

"Hmm..." Roskva hums as she continues to stroke your cock, her other hand moving to cup and massage the other breast through her cloak. Her breath comes out hot and ragged against your thigh as she focuses on pleasuring you, her eyes locked onto yours in a fierce gaze that seems to challenge you even now. "You're mine," she growls, leaning forward to take your cock into her mouth.