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.


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.





The Snow God: Part 6 (erotica)

This story is rated R. (there is no sex in part 6)

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)

It was Val who did the leaning now, as they sped along. Kara held him tightly, as if she would never be able to hold him again, arms aching tortuously.

Hours on hours, then she finally knew.

She was lost, careening aimlessly through the woods, inexpert at driving a dog sled to boot. Val had known where they were going, but he was unresponsive, breath ragged, body heavy.

The sled crested yet another hill, causing a large snowy owl to upset from the trees. It lifted into the sky with laborious wing strokes, flying above the dogs, brilliant against the blue sky.

Kara’s breath hitched as she slowed the sled, neck craning towards the beautiful sight. They should stop. The dogs were reaching the end of their energy, slowing willingly. They needed food, rest. The owl fresh from its perch raced ahead, bearing to Kara’s left gradually.

“Haw.” The word flew out of her mouth almost unconsciously. The dogs obeyed smoothly, pulling left and breaking through a sparse tree line. Branches whooshed by, making her wince, but the dogs pulled right through with ease, finding the openings. And if I crash his sled, hurt his dogs, what the hell am I going to do then? I need to get back into the open.

The owl was visible still, massive wings blocking out the gaps of sky with every beat. It must think they were chasing it. And I am, because I’m stupid and tired. The sled slowed even more, dogs reaching a consensus, it was time to rest. Kara squeezed Val’s wide shoulders, kissing the top of his head as they glided up a particularly bumpy ridge. His muscles twitched, face burying against her collarbone. She wished so badly that she could let go. But he needs me, I won’t let him down.

The trees thinned suddenly, dogs busting into the open with one last burst of energy, then grinding to a halt. The owl circled just above, swooping close to them, then taking off ahead. Kara followed it with her eyes.

That was when the shouting reached her. There were buildings up ahead and she’d been spotted already!

Two men hurried out into the open snow. One of them dressed in thick layers of fur, beard white tinged, shouldered Val with a grunt. Kara let go, relaxing and feeling the sweet sudden lightness of her muscles.

“Ay, what’s happened?” the other man asked, pulling off his knit hat and rubbing at a balding head.

“Wolf attack,” she informed him, feeling instantly foolish as the words left her mouth.

The man slapped his hat against his thigh to dislodge extra snow, giving her a strange look. “We’ll get him in then. You can bring the dogs over there if you’d like, give ‘em shelter and rest.” He swung his hat towards a group of buildings in the distance.

“Thank you sir.” Kara rubbed her eyes with a frown. “Where is he taking him?”

“There’s a doctor in room five. It’ll have to do.” He gave her a cold look and turned his back on her abruptly, catching up to the other man so that he could help drag Val in.

What’s his problem?

Her heart sank as they drag Val in. She wanted nothing more than to follow them, but the dogs were staring at her with curious blue eyes, pink tongues lolling. They’d done her and Val a better service than either of them could repay.

“Let’s get you guys fed then.”

After trudging tiredly through the task and making sure the dogs were secure, Kara headed up to room five. Before she got a chance to knock the balding man stepped out, closing the door securely behind himself. His bushy caterpillar eyebrows lifted when he saw her.

Not him again. “How’s he?”

“Doing alright, the doctor’s stitched him up fine. He’ll need some rest and hydration. You might come back and see him in a few hours.”

“No frostbite then?”

“Was he exposed that long?”

“Hours.” Kara took to looking sheepishly at her feet, scuffing a toe over the old wooden balcony planks.

“Really. Was this after the ‘wolf’ bit him?” There was a terrible acrid tone to his voice. “You might love the dog, but you’re doing no one a service blaming the wolves eh.” With that he pulled his knit cap back over his bald spot, taking off towards the stairs.

Kara’s fists clenched at her side as she took a very long deep breath. Being tired didn’t help her temper one bit.

“If it makes any difference, I believe you.”

She gave a start, not having noticed the man leaning against the railing. He was lean and young, handsome dark features accented by a touch of freshly fallen snow. He gave her a friendly smile showing rows of perfect white teeth. Like a model. I really need to get out more. If all the men I’m meeting look like models, I have to be imagining things.

“I’m Adam by the way.” He held out a large hand.

“Kara.” She shook it politely, already thinking about how to end the conversation. Staying awake any longer really wasn’t an option.

“That owl really likes you.”

“The owl. Yeah, I guess it liked me.” Was it even possible that he could see the owl from all the way up here?

Adam motioned out over the railing at the tree line. “It’s over there still.”

She followed his motion, eyes sweeping the frozen tundra and rugged pines. Sure enough, the owl was out there, perched on a pine, white feathers all puffed out comfortably.

“That your boyfriend in there?” He jerked his thumb towards room fives beaten door.

“I guess. Why?”

“You ‘guess.’ That doesn’t sound very serious.”

“What’s it to you?”

“Just curious.” He shrugged.

“I hate to be impolite, but I really need to rest.” Kara waved her hand at him, then took off for the stairs as quick as possible, but his voice caught her anyways.

“You should stay away from him.”

“From who?”

“From your not so serious boyfriend. He’s trouble.”

Kara swung around, not sure whether to be angry or frightened by such a personal and vaguely threatening comment. “It’s none of your-“

But there was no one there. Not even footprints that she could see. Shit, I really need sleep. I’m fucking hallucinating now.

The Snow God: Part 5 (erotica)

This story is rated R. (although part four contains no sex)

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

They were racing, wind to their backs, dogs arrayed ahead, sleek spines arching with wild exertion and excitement. Kara pressed herself into Val’s side, watching the vast snow fly below them. Feeling safe for the first time in a long time. Every once in a while he would press his stubbly chin against her head, strong hand caressing her shoulder. Kara liked that more than she could say.

It was almost a solid day (by dog sled) to the nearest real town, and if you were going to go anywhere the easy way, you had to go there first. Kara could count the number of times she’d been to the nearest town on one hand, and was slightly afraid that Val would find that out sooner or later. What he must think of her, living like Some lonely savage out in the tundra.

Once it was time to stop and feed the dogs, they took up yipping and howling excitedly. Val served them, roughing each ones head affectionately. Kara watched from a nearby sun soaked rock. He was a man alright, grinning as dogs licked his fingers and wagged.

He cares for them, like children.

Kara looked down at her own hands with a frown. Did he even know she trapped for a living, that her father had done so before her? Some people just didn’t take well to the notion, especially city people. They couldn’t understand killing to live, but that was natures way, you had to kill something to live, even if it was just a plant.

Val slogged back, throwing the sack of food back in the sled. “You have rings under your eyes. Do you want to make camp early?”

“I’m fine, we’ll make camp at the end of the day.” Kara shifted on the rock, brows furrowing at the question.

“I won’t think you’re a sissy.”

“Sissy? Really?” Kara shot him a deadly look, but he deflected it with that charming smile. “Why would you even say that?” Kara’s voice echoed off the sparse trees and white sky, so much louder than intended. Are we seriously going to get into a fight already? Maybe this wasn’t the good idea I thought it was.

Val opened his mouth to say something undoubtedly cocky, but was interrupted by an eruption of snarling. His head swung towards the team to see if some of the dogs were getting into it. As a consequence Kara saw the wolf first. Her throat clenched up, and for a second she thought she might not be able to say anything at all.

“Wolf, wolves, there’s wolves Val!”

Five, no, seven wolves, more than Kara could even count, were flanking them, hackles raised, heads low and intent. She hadn’t heard them or seen them coming, and it made her skin prickle under the layers and layers of her clothes. Wolves weren’t something you saw, they feared people just as much as people feared them.

Val’s large hand shoved her unexpectedly toward the sled. “Get in,” he commanded with a growl. “Stay low, they’re here for me, not you.”

Kara didn’t argue, getting in the sled behind a team of dogs that was now going insane, tangling leads and crying bloody murder.

Val scooped a large stick off the ground, standing spread leg and strong as the wolves circled. They were hesitating, put off, hoping for a chase, but Val wasn’t going to give them what they wanted. Instead he thumped the stick against his hand and gave a loud guttural whoop. A few of the wolves flinched back, fading into the edges of the pack. The rest stayed, drawing the circle closer and away from the sled dogs, who despite their best efforts were still only rocking the sled that Val had tied to a tree.

Then all hell broke loose.

Several of the wolves lunged, one to clamp its jaws around Val’s leg, another going for his throat. Val shook off the one on his leg, but struggled with the other. The wolf tore at his bicep, bringing the cloth away with a gush of blood that bathed its crinkled snarling nose. Val gave him a good swat with the stick, but his eyes were elsewhere, running quickly over the pack, then settling on the largest wolf that teetered restlessly back and forth, apparently waiting for the right moment. Val lunged at him, coming very close, but whacking the stick down in the wet snow. Undeterred he pressed forward, pursuing the wolf, even as another latched on to his thigh. This time his aim and speed were true and the big wolf yelped and snarled, answering the attack with a row full of fangs. Val took the chance to grab him by the nape, fingers cruel. They struggled, each viciously gripping, but Val didn’t seem to feel pain like the wolf, who took up a sharp prolonged yelping. Val let go. The wolf fell, flailing to right itself, then retreating, the others following.

They broke after that, tails low, taking off into the tundra, dissipating like a flurry of snow.

Kara stumbled out of the sled, rushing to Val’s side. He was kneeling in the snow, shoulders shuddering slightly. He cussed in a low voice, then pulled off his shirt. Blood coated his smooth chest, making a panic rise in Kara’s belly. The wounds were deep, deadly.

“Stem the bleeding, here use my scarf.” She held it out, not even sure she remembered taking it off.

Val shook his head, giving a pained grunt. He scooped up a handful of snow instead, mashing it against the wound on his chest, using another handful to cleanse away the blood.

“You’re going to get frostbite!”

Val huffed. “Cold doesn’t bother me.” He looked so tired as he said it. “Not like it bothers you.” He bent over, bowing deeply, forehead touching the snow and gritted his teeth.

Kara’s hands hovered over his wide shoulders. “Val? What do you need me to do?”

The grinding stopped, followed by more puffs of breath. “Untie the sled, straighten out the dogs, we need to go.”

The Snow God: Part 4 (erotica)

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The Snow God: Part 1 (erotica)        The Snow God: Part 2 (erotica)      The Snow God: Part 3 (Erotica)


Kara sat in the corner of the old wood outbuilding, wrapping the last few coyote steaks by the light of the lamp. It was a slow season so far, but the coyote was big and she’d be eating well. The wind howled outside like a raging maniac, unpredictably quiet, then deafeningly loud, drowning out the crinkling of the wax paper.

Her eyes wandered to the pile of traps piled in the corner. She’d brought them all in, dumped them there, empty, bite removed. I’m just bringing them in to clean, inspect. I’m not stupid.

Yet a part of her silently tugged, whispered about how he might be back come dawns light. I said no, do I expect him to somehow construe that as ‘maybe’, as ‘I want to, but I’m afraid’.

Kara shook the thought off, focusing on her work. This was what was important. This was food, supply’s, whatever she couldn’t go without. She’d return the traps tomorrow, knowing that if she faltered the tundra would sense her weakness and grind her to icy dust.

Once she’d scrubbed herself clean with the water boiled over the fire and checked the clock that sat on the mantle (safe from freezing), it was an hour and a half til the sun would rise, cracking the dawn. She moved heavily through the small house, cold from the floor seeping through her socks. Kara stripped despite it, folding her clothes and laying them on the night table, glancing in the mirror, cupping her breasts, weighing them, trying to imagine what he saw, what had made him make love to her like a beast. She couldn’t see anything special though, so she crawled under the pile of quilts and comforters, spreading her average limbs out to fully feel the caress of the chilled blankets over her naked body.

As her eyes closed, every muscle and nerve hummed with unrequited energy. Sleep was sorely needed, but the memory of Val’s lips were hot on her breasts, burning between her thighs, engorging her as though she’d been denied the paradise of climax.

Kara gave in, fingers skimming her own sensitive areolas, teasing the already hard nipples, then slowly, very slowly pinching and rolling them until her back arched, small sounds of pleasure escaping her lips. But she faltered, stopping to lick the tips of her fingers, making them damp, like his perfect lips. It wasn’t exact, but if she imagined hard enough it made every touch tingle between her legs. Her knees spread wide, moist inner lips flowering, exposed and waiting for the intimate plucking of her fingers, which wandered slowly down her flat belly and obliged, teasing them ever so lightly. Two of her fingers worked her nipples relentlessly, doubling the sensation of every touch. Kara delved slightly into her own wetness, capturing it and pulling it up to her sleeping clit. She stroked impatiently, eliciting the desired spike in pleasure.

The pressure of him pushing my legs open, the way his hips rest heavy on mine, the tip of his hard cock.

Her fingers bunched together, pressing against her entrance, opening herself slowly.

It was so deep, so steady.

Her fingers slid in easily, spreading wide to imitate his girth. Kara struggled to reach the desired depth, chasing the orgasm that was just at her fingertips. It came though as her fingers delved particularly deep, bringing a wonderful rush.

She lay back after that, pulse pounding in her ears. As the feeling faded she began to feel something else, something unexpected.



It curled up in her stomach like an unmovable rock, making her shake and quiver. First her shoulders, then her hands as she wiped at the hot tears pooling in her eyes.

Why had she said no!

Dawn was reaching its suddenly cruel fingers through the cracks in her curtains, lighting up her tiny room.  There was absolutely no reason for him to come back, and no reason for her to go to him. And how would I even find him? What would I say?

Kara rolled over on her side, clutching the blankets close to her face, sobbing. She was screwed, doomed to live out here alone forever.

That was when the pounding on the door started. Kara bolted upright with a gasp. The pounding stopped. She scrambled for her clothes, pulling on the basics, pants and shirt, no underclothes.

More pounding.

Damn her eyes were so wet and teary. She dried them quickly on her shirt, rushing to the door. Her hand paused on the door handle, heart racing like a herd of horses, then she opened it, almost afraid to look, to be disappointed.

She wasn’t.

Val was standing on the porch, the strong morning sun cloaking his huge shoulders like gold, adorning his hair angelically.


He smiled at her, then stopped, looking serious. “Why have you been crying?”

Kara swallowed, her pride aching. “I haven’t been crying. Why are you here? I thought you had some urgent business.”

Val shrugged casually. “Well I didn’t want you to think I was a cad, not returning the clothes you lent me.” He held out the bundle, all neatly folded and wrapped in a blanket.

“Oh. Thank you.” Kara gave him a shy but appreciative smile, shifting her weight and almost unconsciously pushing her breasts out. Val’s eyes fell slightly, but pulled back up to her face. A awkward silence ensued. Then finally-

“I still want you to come with me.” Val’s eyes burned with passion as he said it. “I know you don’t know me, and I know-”

“I’ll come with you.” Kara could feel her face flushing. “Let me pack a few things, and secure everything.” She turned back in the house then, hand over her heart, not able to stop the grin spreading across her face.

The Snow God: Part 3 (Erotica)

This story is rated R.

Read part 1 here. part 2 here.

It was only fitting that Val should mount her with the energy and abandon of a deep winter blizzard, skin kissed with ice. Kara wrapped her legs around his fit torso, trying to hold the storm in, to never let it leave. His cock was relentless between her legs, making wet quick noises, poking and prodding her center of pleasure, and even though all the pleasure had already been spectacularly released, Kara could feel a new wave rising.

He could feel it too, blonde hair tickling her collar bone as he leaned close, sucking her nipples, letting his teeth worry them. She imagined that his tongue was still soaked in her scent, wet and warm, like an animal.

Like an animal, hunting me, instead of me hunting it.

Her limited experience with men told her he must come soon, so she tensed, pushing her hips to the rhythm, chasing the elusive second orgasm, praying to gods unknown. But every second she expected, nothing came of it, instead the feeling that he was intent on her pleasure only grew. Kara relaxed in response, digging her fingernails into his perfect back, loving how pliable his skin was, how good it smelled.

“A dirty girl like you needs a strangers cock to come twice,” he whispered in her ear, with not even a hint of breathlessness. That was the nail in the coffin, sending her over the edge.

A strangers cock, I’m fucking a stranger, and I’ve only known him for half an hour tops, half an hour and two orgasms.

Val must have been holding himself back with all his strength, because as soon as he felt the clench of her orgasm he also came, cock twitching and ramming deeply, breathing rising to a crescendo. When he was finished, he kissed her lavishly, sweetly all over her bare shoulders and cheeks.

“You are spectacularly explosive, like fire.” He paused in mid thought, words obviously heavy on his lips. Kara waited, staring at them intently, at their perfect curve and hue. “I only hope you won’t burn me.”

“I won’t burn you. Why would I?” Me, meek old Kara? I can’t imagine.

His blue eyes flickered with worry for a second, but then he smiled brightly. “Come with me then. I could use the company.”

Kara’s heart seized slightly, she’d let him have his way with her, that was one thing, but now he was asking her to go somewhere with him. “Where is it you want me to go?”

“I have to find my sister, we’re in a great deal of trouble.”

“Does this have anything to do with you turning up naked in the snow?”

“Everything, unfortunately.”

Kara gave him a suspicious look. “Exactly what kind of trouble are you in?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Val rolled off of her, away from the fire, wiping sweat from his brow. “Either way, I have to go.”

She sat up too, pulling the blankets up against her chest. “You just got here.”

“It’s urgent.” His blue eyes were fixed on her again, and she felt the same tingle as he leaned in to kiss her. “Can you come with me?” it was a whisper, a pleading.

“I-I barely know you… Besides, I have to take care of things here. I’m the only one.”

His eyebrows knit together. “I understand.” He stroked her cheek lightly giving her one more passionate kiss.



The Snow God: Part 2 (erotica)

This story is rated R.
Read part 1 here.

Once he was laid out by the fire he shuddered, blue lips mouthing something inarticulate. Kara dumped blankets on top of him, then kneeled beside, rubbing his hand to bring back circulation. His fingers were strong and thick, tendons hinged on massive knuckles. Perhaps he hadn’t been out in the cold long, his skin was still soft and pliable. No real discoloration. In fact the color was coming back as she rubbed. That of course didn’t explain why he was buried under all that snow.

He awoke with a jolt, hand flying up and careening inches from the side of her face. Kara scooched back, almost knocking over a chair, but twisting around just in time to catch it.

“Don’t stand up, you’re naked still!”

He looked woozy for a moment, then his head swiveled towards her, crystalline lake blue eyes barely focusing. “Naked?”

“Yes, naked.” Kara wrinkled her nose.

“Did you, undress me?”

Kara lost her grip on the chair, it came back down on its feet with a thump. “I most certainly didn’t.”


“Do I look like a slut?”

“I barely know you.”


He scratched his head, lips falling into a frown. “Who are you then?”

He’s just woken up, why am I getting so flustered about a question like that, I really need to cool it. “I’m Kara. I dragged you in from the snow.”

“And I was naked already. Damn him.” There was a audible sound of teeth crushing against each other.

“Damn who?”

He waved the question off, jaw relaxing. “I’m Val, and I must thank you for taking the time to thaw me out.”

“Well Val, I couldn’t just leave you out there.” Kara gave him a half smile, brushing her chestnut hair back over her shoulder.

The covers rose with a twitch. Kara locked her eyes on the twitching, not thinking, just wondering.

Val pressed his hand over it quickly, flushing a surprisingly bright shade of red. “Sorry.”

“Are you, hard?” Kara’s eyes widened like dinner plates. “Why?”

A cockeyed grin spread over his face. “I guess he just can’t resist a gorgeous woman like you.”

All of the sudden Kara could feel every sweaty crevice of her body. Sure she’d taken a shower this morning, but who shaves in the tundra! She had an urge to jump up and open the door. The fire was too hot… he was too hot.

Val leaned in, face close to hers. “May I kiss you?” he asked softly, no longer smiling.

Kara made a gurgling noise, but nodded vigorously.

He hovered, lips so close she could almost feel the electricity of his neurons. A warm feeling rushed between her legs, resting there, engorging her with sensation. His kiss was gentle but firm, making the warmth between her legs sing in a most peculiar way, reminding her about its nagging emptiness. How long? Too long Kara decided, letting her hand wander across the covers. Val caught it, pulling her close.

“It isn’t very polite to touch without asking,” he reminded her mischievously.

Kara took a sharp breath. “Ok. C-can I touch it?”

Val shrugged, making a funny face. “Maybe.”

“Maybe. I saved you from the snow!”

“It’s also not polite to lord things over other people.”

“Well if I can’t touch it, then what?” Kara was faintly aware that her cheeks were radiating heat. Why the heck was he stalling, he was obviously turned on.”

“You can’t touch me, but I can touch you. How does that sound?” His fingers found the waist of her pants, giving it a little tug that made a thrill shoot through her.

“I think I’d like that.” She didn’t mind if he wanted to play games, if they got down to business sooner or later. “As long as you promise to touch me with it.” She nodded towards his engorged cock, which was making a sizeable tent in the covers.

“I can do that. Now lets take off your clothes.” He didn’t wait for her answer, tugging her shirt over her head.

Kara helped him, sucking in a breath as his massive hand mauled her left breast, which was still cradled in her sports bra. It felt wonderful the way he squeezed. Even better when he pulled the stretchy material down, letting her breast swell above it, chilled fingertips rolling her nipple. Kara undid her pants with one hand, clumsily and desperately. If only she was wearing a skirt.

“Mmm slow down. I’m not finished up here.” Val’s massive shoulders rolled as he turned and positioned himself, mouth latching onto her nipple.

Kara could only lean back her head, moaning quietly, feeling the wetness gushing warmly between her legs. You couldn’t make that kind of wetness with your hand, it was good old new-lover wetness.

As he switched nipples Kara pushed her fingers through his blonde hair, but he captured her wrist, pulling it back down to her lap. So silky though, smells good too, fresh.

“Mmmm, you’re good with your tongue.” Kara gazed down at her left nipple. It was hard and still damp, a smarting and delicious red from his sucking and licking.

He stopped sucking on her right, hand fondling her left again. “You have no idea, yet.”

Kara pressed her thighs together a few times with a desirous whimper. “Show me then.”

Val grabbed her shoulders assertively, guiding her to lay down on the blankets she’d spread out over him just ten minutes ago. The fire crackled and popped behind the iron screen, blustering heat like her pussy. She really couldn’t believe how ripped and well cut he was as he hovered over her, tugging her pants off slowly and teasingly. Of all the things you could find in the snow, this was by far the best. He spread her legs wide, revealing her soaked pink underwear. Kara arched her back as he rubbed his thumb over her cleft.

“So wet. Amazing, very amazing.”

“Am I too wet?” I hope he doesn’t think I’m a whore, it’s just been a long time.

Val laughed, a deep throaty laugh. “There is no such thing.” His fingers hooked under the crotch of her soiled panties, pulling it aside, pressing and rubbing his knuckles against her swollen clit as he did so.

Then his head bobbed down, disappearing between her thighs.  She squirmed, expecting his tongue any second, but all she could feel at first was his hot humid breath, then a touch, ever so slightly against her clit. At the same time his fingers spread her outer lips, exposing the delicate inner ones to his hot breath.

His tongue flicked between her labia, making her hips rise.

It swirled around her clit, then delved back, entering her this time, so that she gasped loudly. He alternated slowly and seductively between stroking her inside and out, keeping pace with her soft moans and squeaks. He wasn’t kidding about being good, she was tense, like a pot of water just about to break into boil. She had fistfuls of blankets, knuckles turning white, fingers aching, as he started to suck.

That was it.

That was all she could handle.

Her inner muscles clenched in a wave, not once, but twice. Kara rolled her eyes heavenward, neck arching so that she could see the cold kitchen linoleum. It was a blur, a nothing. The only thing that existed in that second was her ecstasy.



The Snow God: Part 1 (erotica)

This story is rated R (no sex in the first part though)

The loneliness burned behind her eyes, smoldered in her insides. Kara gazed out at the wintry expanse a deep weight settled where it should have been light and unnoticeable. Finally with a sigh, she tugged at her fur lined hood and trudged out into the pristine snow, breaking the shining crust with sensible winter boots. The sun had come out, but that didn’t mean it was truly warm. Whenever you passed the barren trees at the edge of the field the shadows pulled at you with their freezing fingers.

Before Kara could take more than a few steps into the forest, her foot sunk, landing on something odd. Kara scuffed it with her toe, the fingers distinguished from the snow, slightly less white. She gave a squeak that echoed in the empty forest like a ricocheted bullet.

It wasn’t cold anymore.

Once she’d pulled herself together, hand pressing hard against her palpitating chest, she considered the scenarios. Some luckless soul had gone wandering off no doubt. Maybe a drunk. Best to mark the spot well, trudge back and take the snow mobile into town. She staked a large broken branch close to the hand, tying her sea foam green scarf to it. The tails of the scarf waved in the breeze, a poor mimic of summer’s glorious foliage. Kara looked ahead, hesitating. She still needed to check the traps, if she went back now, she might not have time today.

That was when the hand stirred, ever so slightly. At first she thought she might be imagining things, but as she stared down at the hand it twitched again, fingers curling into a loose fist.

Kara dug.It was like her life depended on it, like she’d gone completely mad. Following the arm led to the shoulder, following the shoulder, massive and bare, led to the head. She was huffing and puffing as she leaned over the square jawed face, white clouds of breath falling and dissipating into his blonde hair.

A model. What is a model doing out here? Better question, why is he shirtless?

She shook off the disconcerting thought. He had to be warmed. If he wasn’t dead already, he would be soon. Kara dug around his shoulders again, then came up behind, getting a good grip under his arms, thanking every god in the book that she’d spent so much time hauling heavy cords of wood. He was heavy alright, muscle heavy, but nothing she couldn’t handle.

He came free with a good solid tug. Kara almost dropped him then, the sight of his complete nakedness blinding.

“Fuck, what in the fuck.” She kept her head turned to one side, staring off into the trees with wide eyes, then set him down gently, doing the only thing she could think of, taking off her over coat and laying it across his man parts.

The rest was a frantic blur.