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), The Snow God: Part 7 (erotica), The Snow God: Part 8 (erotica), The Snow God: Part 9 (erotica), The Snow God: Part 10 (erotic), The Snow God: Part 11 (erotic), The Snow God: Part 12 (erotic)
Dear readers: This was supposed to be the last part of snow god, but I’m afraid it just got too long, so expect another part after this : D I won’t bore you with my excuses for being so late to post this ❤ Enjoy the hot sex!
Kara was dreaming, sitting back in front of her fireplace again, staring at the popping wood, its mesmerizing red glow and dancing flames almost blinding. The air to her back was chill, forever resistant to the heat pouring over her.
The front door shuddered suddenly, creaking open. Kara tried to focus but her body was dream slow. Someone is coming in, a dark figure. Is it Val, or Izgrid? It was neither, a woman instead, all lithe and clad in black, long obsidian black hair around her feet.
“Who are you?” Kara asked, not able to feel her lips moving with the question, simply projecting it.
“Does it matter, I am here.” The woman knelt at her feet, rubbing Kara’s knee, hand snaking up her thigh. “I want to know your heart.” Her voice was like a creeks whisper, eyes green fire under raven brows. Her hand touched Kara’s breast and Kara felt a lurch of excitement traveling all the way down low. It was a dream, so she spread her legs willingly, basking in the suggestable pull. Everything went black and every sensation sung. Fingertips pressed and stroked between her legs, lips danced over her collarbone and up under her throat, translating into the rise of her hips, into a desperate hunger.
“You have a good heart,” the voice whispered. “Izgrid doesn’t blame you. You were only doing what you had to for the one you love. Just the same as him.”
Kara jerked awake, the edge of an orgasm fading quickly. Holy shit. It’s just a dream, just a dream.
Soft feet treaded outside the door and Kara could hear the whispered conversation as she stared up at the ornate gold ceiling.
“Did you hear? Izgrid’s mother will attend. Can you believe it?”
“Never in a thousand years, she’s a nasty witch, I’m surprised they’ll let her attend.”
Kara rolled over, pressing the pillow around her ears. Val was showering, probably in frigid water. When he got out she might pretend to be asleep, just a little longer. There was a certain dread curled up in her stomach that she’d been trying to shake all week, but now that the day was here it had solidified like a stone. They’ll all be staring at me, watching, waiting, whispering. If they say those things about Izgrid’s mother, god knows what they say about me. Probably how ordinary I am, and how stupid Val is to marry me.
Minutes later Val pulled the pillow away from Kara’s head, his bare abs still glistening impressively with moisture. “What’s the matter? You look like you’re in pain.”
“I’m fine, just a little hung over from last night.” There was no way she was going to let Val worry. He looked so damn happy too, leaning over to kiss her passionately.
“Drink some water you’re probably dehydrated. My sister will be in soon to help you get ready.”
Kara smiled up at him, loving the barely controlled desire in his eyes. “We have enough time for a quickie.”
“Nope, gotta save some for tonight. Otherwise I might just stay here all day and fuck you.” Val winked at her, whipping off his towel and pulling pants on over his half erection.
Once Val was gone, and consequently the shuffling footsteps and whispers, Kara collected herself, putting her hair in place, brushing her teeth, applying lotion. Being around Val’s sister had turned out to be one of the most nerve wracking occupations Kara could imagine. She didn’t want to know what it might feel like when she had dry skin and morning breath.
At least Maddy had the courtesy to knock before busting into the room. She was toting the dress in a massive clothes bag and a huge bag full of miscellany. “Good morning beautiful! Are you ready?”
Kara grimaced inwardly, but smiled brightly at Maddy. She meant well. “I am, let’s do this!”
Maddy was quite frankly a tornado of energy. She plucked, pulled, tugged and tweaked, until Kara was a new woman. Kara in turn sat nervously in her slip and bra, legs crossed, sweaty behind the knees despite the always lower temperature.
Maddy shoveled the pile of makeup back into her small black bag, smiling warmly at Kara. “You look perfect, he won’t know what hit him.”
“Do you really think he’ll be happy with me?” The words escaped Kara like a breath, rushing into the open, uncatchable, unrestrainable. “I mean, you said it yourself, there’s nothing special about me, I’m not his type. I’m human for godsake.”
Maddy’s hands slowed, fingers settling on a tube of eyeliner, rolling it back and forth. “Kara, I never said there wasn’t anything special about you. You misunderstood me. Yes, you are human, not like us, but you proved just how extraordinary you are when you saved us all.”
Us all. Kara cringed inwardly, that dark thought swirling back up. And what if we aren’t the good guys. She shook it off, meeting Maddy’s persistent gaze. “I’m sorry, sister, I’m just so nervous, it’s a big day. You know?”
Maddy leaned in closer, brown hair falling softly around her glowing cheeks. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“I didn’t kiss you because I needed to know what you were. I kissed you because I wanted to. Because I could barely resist you.”
Kara’s heart dropped, like a stone. “Really,” she said weakly, already imagining what it might feel like to be kissed again. Maddy was intimidating in so many ways, but in ways that made Kara tremble with desire. This woman was too beautiful, too perfect.
The kiss was slow, tentative, their glossy lips touching and pressing euphorically. There were no complaints to be heard as Maddy kissed her harder, tongue slowly exploring deeper. Kara’s hands groped around finding purchase on her slender waist. Oh god, I can actually feel this between my legs.
Maddy pulled away with a drunk look. “We shouldn’t, we’ll mess up your makeup.”
“We can do it again.”
“No, I have a better idea.” Maddy grabbed Kara’s hand. “Over here on the bed.” The blankets and sheets were still in disarray, but Maddy smoothed them out promptly. Kara didn’t have to be asked twice, laying down, careful to not mess up her hair. Maddy came over her, breath hitching, beautiful candy lips kissing here and there, hands carefully lifting Kara’s breasts from her lacey white bra, caressing them, rubbing fingers over her tan areolas.
Kara moaned in response, back arching slightly, relishing the wet suction of Maddy’s lips suckling her. “Will Val mind?”
There was a wet pop. “Not in the least. If I wasn’t his sister he’d be stroking himself at the thought.” Maddy’s hand slid Kara’s white slip up closer to her hips as she went back to sucking, almost baring Kara’s barely covered pussy, which promptly rose against Maddy’s leg in a slow firm grind.
Kara whimpered quietly, pushing her head back into the bed hard, hair forgotten. “Touch my pussy, please, please.” The burning unsatisfied need surged like a tide as Maddy’s teeth teased around her right nipple, nails digging into Kara’s muscled thigh before relaxing and slipping tortuously slow between Kara’s legs. Her fingers delved under Kara’s white lace underwear until they encountered her nub. It throbbed delightfully as Maddy rubbed it in slow lazy circles, every circuit sending shivers of euphoria across Kara’s skin. “Faster. Rub it faster,” Kara gasped. Maddy’s answer was to push her now bare breast against Kara’s lips.
Kara captured the nipple between her lips, tugging and sucking at it. She was rewarded with moaning, and faster stroking, Maddy’s pussy wet and warm bumping against her thigh rhythmically. She managed to find the other breast, tweaking the nipple so that both Maddy’s pussy and fingers began to climb into a slow but desperate crescendo. They came at the same time, their voices raising in a musical cadence, before collapsing like birds wounded in flight, all crumpled wings and soft heaving bodies.