The trees closed in around him.

The taste and aroma of John’s mother faded into the background as the wolf started stalking a new scent in the woods. This particular smell was sharp. Peppermint or another similar herb that felt like ice being drawn up his nose. He shook his head as snow drifted lazily through the bare branches, though the air still felt like autumn.

Deeper into the woods, the snowflakes were fluffier and the icy scent burned in his lungs. There. Through the trees, the lycan spotted movement. A slight shift in direction kept him downwind from his prey. Frost collected on the plants behind her, melting again as he passed. Something felt wrong, this didn’t seem natural. The naked maples started to make way for more pines, maintaining their lush green even through the sudden chill.

The curvy woman worked her way through the forest as John stalked behind her. He watched as a thin sheet of ice covered everything she touched, and he recognized April’s curves and black hair. ’Snowball,’ he thought to himself, watching the ice spread from her fingertips on the bark of a tree. The title was starting to make sense now. Her steps were cautious, looking around before moving from trunk to trunk.

John watched her bare back, soft but smooth, exposed by the virgin killer cut of her cable knit sweater. Below the last row of cream-colored wool, a pair of royal blue leggings clung tightly to her luscious legs. John licked his lips, gazing at her soft skin with restrained hunger as he silently padded across the ground after her.

April’s hair, rather than in the controlled bun at school, was loosely held up by a single hair pin that was more decorative than functional. She, however, didn’t seem to mind the odd strand of hair getting caught in her black framed glasses by the breeze. She simply brushed them aside as her bare feet continued to frost over the ground. The moss and grass eventually gave way to a dry dirt path. The wolf in John recognized a game trail and smirked at the fact April was following it of her own accord. ’My little prey, what is she trying to hide from?’

Her pace quickened, the ice left behind her turned thick, and eventually she started to run. The chase was on. The lycan loped after her, easily able to keep from falling behind as they darted through the woods, leaping over logs, stomping mushrooms, and crushing iced wildflowers to find themselves in a snow-covered clearing. In the center of the field of fresh snow was a tree with dark green leaves, full of soft white flowers that were resisting the sudden winter.

The clearing was a near repeat of the one he’d taken Anna in before, but April turned the scene into one that belonged in a snow-globe. After the chase, the icy ground felt good on John’s paws and he licked up a mouthful of snow without taking his eyes off his target. April was breathing heavily, but she didn’t seem bothered by the cold air on her bare skin.

Her soft hand reached out to touch the scale-like bark of the dogwood tree and the wolf leapt out into the clearing with a growl to stop her. Startled by his sudden aggression, April launched a sharp spear of ice from her hand in his direction. With a hop, John dodged the projectile. Barely gripping the ground enough to change direction, he charged at her. Finally, a bitch that might give him a proper challenge.

A stream of snow and ice flowed from her open hand which she focused on the ground, freezing the top layer of snow between them, chasing the wolf with the beam. He was too fast for her to keep up with. Using the ice to give his claws a hard surface to grip, John dove for her, but she managed to move out of the way just enough that he was only able to rip open the knit of her sweater.

He turned back to gaze at the delicious sight he created, but was instead hit with a snowball across the face. The lycan cleared his vision with a shake and managed to catch a glimpse of the four lines his claws tore across her breasts. The pale mounds of flesh were stretching the knit, spilling out a bit where he ripped it open. The jagged edges from the yarn trying to hold together gave teasing glimpses of her rosy nipples as she stooped down to start forming another snowball with her hands.

Brave girl. John growled low, enjoying the game, but wanting to claim his target. April took a hesitant step back, but he lowered his stance, ready to spring into action the next time she launched an attack. Her hands closed around the fluffy ball of snow she’d made, forming a blue layer of ice as an outer shell. They moved as one, the sphere of ice landing where his paw had been, as he knocked her back onto the ground.

Her cry of surprise echoed in the silent forest, and she twisted on the ground beneath him. The light snow drifting around like feathers as the ice mage clawed at the dirt to try and get away. The tangled roots of the tree gave April a grip to leverage, but John clamped down on her yoga pants with his jaws, pulling her back forcibly and ripping them open. His canines nicked her ass slightly, and she yelped in pain.

The lycan barely noticed as the small cuts started to bead with drops of blood. The metallic smell mixed with her cold minty scent and the wolf shoved his snout between her folds to breathe in her intoxicating scent. Her soft gasp and whimpered pleas fell on deaf ears as she scrambled to get away. John just used her struggling to tear open her pants more, dragging her back every inch she gained.

The cooling effect of her skin did little to slow his burning need, and April was shaking as the lycan started licking his long tongue into her depths. He growled low when he felt her try to pull away, and she stilled, the snowfall turning to a blizzard as she started to sob. With a satisfied huff, John felt the poor girl slowly start to give in to her fate. He pulled back and gave her thigh a warning nip when she shifted her weight to crawl away.

“P-please…” she whimpered, gasping words between shuddering sobs. “Don’t do this…”

The gamer forcibly nudged her hip, knocking her from her hands to her elbows. He positioned himself behind her, admiring April’s plush ass. With a few steps, his massive weight was looming over her, his thick fur protecting him from the ice of her skin. The red tip of his cock brushed against her neatly trimmed hairs, making them both shudder for opposite reasons.

John shifted his hips, ready to plunge fully into her cunt, only to pause when a new scent reached his nose.