You can't help but notice that, instead of the usual fleshy red, the inside of her slit seems to be blue. You've heard about frost-borne from the game's forums, but heard they're pretty hard to unlock. Could this be one...? Anyways, she's walking towards you. When she reaches you, she turns around, lifting her bushy tail. Oh no indeed. She suddenly, without warning, rams her ass into your head. It spreads around you, pushing you into her chilly pucker. Your antlers don't do much to stop this, but it may be adding more pleasure to the experience for Clara judging by the muffled moans you can hear. The passage moves around you, dragging your head as well as a small bit of your neck further into her. It seems you won't be getting out of here any time soon. This slowly drags on for a while. It's relatively clean inside her, and because of her race colder than usual. She reaches your chest, and abruptly sits down, pushing the rest of you inside her. Your head eventually pops through the sphincter to the stomach. There isn't any fluid inside of it, and there most likely won't be until you're fully inside it. In no time at all you are, curled up into a fetal position. You can hear Clara sigh around you, and your environment jiggles as she walks back into the guild. "Nice!" Dorie's voice rings out, "Another meal vor... for Clara. Everyone give it up for her!" There's a large amount of weak cheering, but Clara doesn't seem to mind. "Thank you, everyone. I'm gonna have ta sleep this guy off. He was a tough opponent, but he wasn't clever enough. 'Night." You blush at the mention of your effort. Again your world shakes as Clara moves up a set of stairs and plops into a bed. There's a small amount of moving as she gets comfortable, but they stop after that. Even though your home is cold, wet, and somewhat alarming to be in, you decide that sleep might be the best option for you, too.
