The Snow God: Part 7 (erotica)

This story is rated R.

The Snow God: Part 1 (erotica),    The Snow God: Part 2 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 3 (Erotica),   The Snow God: Part 4 (erotica),    The Snow God: Part 5 (erotica),   The Snow God: Part 6 (erotica)

 

He had just woken, Kara could tell by the tousle of his hair and the way his eyes blinked. He wasn’t expecting her either, rolling onto his side and jerking a little at the sight of her, all fresh and rested.

“We need to talk.” Kara straightened herself, as though that would strengthen her resolve. The covers pooled around his bulging cock, drawing her eyes relentlessly. He smelt so good too, so animal, sweat and sleep. How hungry he must be now.

Val rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “About?”

“Where we’re going. What you’re doing.” She crossed her arms, putting on the best serious face.

“Ok.” He sat up with a grunt, grabbing the pillow and plopping it on his lap. “What do you want to know?”

“Where are we going? Like I said.” Kara’s eyes trailed away from his now covered cock, and up his ripped chest, which was bare, stitches lying just under his massive shoulder.

“We, or at least I am, going to see my infuriatingly unreachable sister.”

Wonder if she looks as good as him. “And the man who wants to hurt you?”

“Izgrid. He’ll stop at nothing to get what he wants.” Val rubbed around his stitches, jaw tightening, on the verge of a grind.

His fingers are so thick, I can almost feel them pinching my nipples.

Wetness blossomed between her legs, she ignored it.

“But What have you done to piss him off?”

Val’s eyes narrowed. “Nothing. I wasn’t the one. It’s complicated.”

Ah, he looks so sexy when he’s miffed. Why am I quizzing him about a stupid hallucination anyways?

Kara’s pussy felt a stirring, a phantom sensation of his girth, causing it to clench in delight. This was hard, too hard. Maybe he was dangerous, maybe he wasn’t, but all she could think of was what it felt like to be taken by him.

“Val,” she said softly, biting her lip. “Let’s go find you sister.”

“Come here first.” He crooked a finger at her, eyes gazing fire from below his thick brows.

Kara came closer, knees to the edge of the small bed, ready for his kiss. Val brushed his thumb over her nipple instead.

“Mm hard as a rock.”

His hand slid down her side, stopping to pressure her hip, then unbuttoning her pants. Kara squeezed her thighs together as his fingers pushed into her underwear.

“Wet. That’s lovely. Is it all for me?”

“Only…” Kara trailed off as he kissed her, lips aggressive, fingers pressing between her legs harder, rubbing and grinding.

There was absolutely no way to get her clothes off fast enough. Everything narrowed down to one need, to have him inside. Kara yanked the pillow off of his lap, throwing it on the floor. His erection was so full that it lied flat against his stomach, head well above his bellybutton. She pulled the covers down and was greeted by its wet, meaty head. His foreskin had already slid back, showing how painfully aroused he was, just rearing to go.

That made two of them.

Kara straddled him carefully, pushing him back when he tried to rise, holding onto the headboard for support. His hands caressed her hips, but he didn’t say anything, eyes locked on her breasts, mouth slightly agape.

Don’t say anything, just let me.

His bulbous head rubbed against her wet, freshly shaved folds, pushing them open, pushing inside, a delicious slow probing. Kara’s breath hitched slightly, if only this would never end. The tip filled her, opened her wide, and she rocked against it in answer, back and forth, back and forth, every sweep of motion electric. When his hips rose, she rose too, denying him.

My very own sex toy, and wow, what a toy.

His hands tightened on her hips, but he allowed her to continue teasing him. Kara leaned forward purposely, letting her breasts hang against his face, until he took advantage, snagging her nipple in his moist, wanting mouth, sucking and mauling it until she squeaked. That was when the coup began, hands pulling her down hard and fast onto his length, a sudden and tortuously pleasurable filling. His hips pounded upwards at the same time, pegging her deep, deep inside.

Hey!

She tried to slow him, to fight him, as he switched nipples, shoulders straining, but when she pulled up, he pulled down again, hard. She pulled out to the tip a few more times, before giving up with a giggle.

My sex toy has a mind of its own.

A sweet rush filled her, removing time and place, removing identity. She was one with everything, with every sensation, every warm thrust of his cock, and when it twitched in fulfillment, she cried out in a voice that could have rent even the lonely tundra sky in two.

 

 

 

 

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