The Snow God: Part 13 (erotica)

This story is rated R.

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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.


The Snow God: Part 12 (erotic)

This story is rated R. There is no sex in part 12.

Dear readers: As you may have intuited, this series is slowly coming to an end (next part should be the last), so I’ve been working carefully with the plot, taking a little extra time. This has been fun though, writing as I go, quite a challenge. I sincerely hope that my writing has been passable, readable, and enjoyable for you, even though I haven’t edited it to death. : D A big thank you, and hug to all the regular readers who have stuck with me through the whole story!

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Val was coming back around, slowly but surely. Kara could see his chest heaving deeper through her tears. Thank God he was alive at all. The blow to his head had been so vicious that blood was trickling down around the curve of his ear.

Izgrid paced between them, only stopping once he noticed Val stirring.

He’s nervous, even though he’s at the advantage.

“Can you hear me Val?”

Val groaned, eyes still pressed closed. “Yes, I can hear you, you little shit.”

“Good. You’d better listen then. I’ve restrained you well. That means your pretty little girlfriend over here is at my mercy.” Izgrid hooked his thumbs into his belt-loops. “You’ve said no to me time and again, but somehow I have the feeling you won’t this time.”

Val’s blue eyes opened a crack, fixed disdainfully on Izgrid’s feet. “No to what? Your cock, or the release of your sister?”

Irritation flickered over Izgrid’s face. “My past advances are of no concern here.”

“Oh, then just your sister. What a relief.”

Izgrid’s hand swiped Val’s face with a sharp crack. “Even now you taunt me! Just say yes or no, and let’s be done with it.”

“If I agree to release your sister, she might destroy the world. That isn’t a decision I take lightly.”

“My sister never intended to do such a thing.”

“Then why did she break the law?”

Izgrid pulled a knife from his pocket quickly, turning to Kara. She tried to fight his advance off, but he was strong and fast, grabbing a fistful of hair and setting the knife uncomfortably against her throat. Kara whimpered softly under the touch of death. Would he really do something this rash?

“I guess I was wrong, you don’t love this one so much.”

“Wait.” Val straightened up desperately, pulling at his bonds like a snared coyote. “I’ll do it.”

Izgrid released her, slipping the knife back into his pocket. “Then let’s go, before your sister brings the cavalry. If you dare stall me, I won’t think twice about killing her, so be warned.”

The snow outside was a diamond crust crunching under their feet with every step. Kara’s eyes narrowed to slits against the suns glare, and she stumbled forward whenever Izgrid pulled the rope. Val was ahead, also bound, but leading as he was bidden, only a few paces from the small dwelling.

He said his sister was here, and he wasn’t kidding, right here, so close.

Izgrid reeled her in, pulling her tight against his body. “I really never meant for it to be this way Val, but your sister is just too hard to get close to. If you hadn’t fallen in love the way you did, I might still be waiting for my chance.” The knife pressed uncomfortably against Kara’s neck again. “Here, take it.” Izgrid tossed the necklace to Val, its blue light shining brightly like a fiery gem in the sunlight.

Val caught it, barely, eyes locked on Kara. He took a deep breath then, holding it in his cupped hands, eyes closing, chin rising. A rumbling came up under their feet instantly, slow and deep at first, then faster and more violent. Blue light seeped up from cracks in the snow, answering the necklace, which surged between Val’s fingers like a fire.

A sudden fierce ringing rose in Kara’s ears, making her lean dizzily into Izgrid’s thin frame. What if this kills us all?  The sharpness was no longer pressuring her throat and she could see the knife glinting close at her elbow, as if this was a done deal.

But it isn’t, not if I have anything to say about it.

Kara pushed further back into Izgrids chest, as though she was fainting. His arms came forward to encase her, hold her up, and there it was, close enough to grab. It only took a split second, the hunter in her thrumming with excitement as she slid down quickly, twisting and plunging the knife deep in Izgrid’s belly, yanking it down to gut him, to end him.

There was surprise, shock really, spreading over Izgrid’s handsome face as Kara straightened up before him. The rumbling subsided and she felt Val’s presence closing in on her.

“You’ll never touch Val again,” he voice quavered as she said it, “He’s mine.”

The Snow God: Part 11 (erotic)

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“Your sister kissed me,” Kara informed Val flatly, planting herself right in front of him, locking eyes. “Furthermore, I’m starting to think you and I aren’t really suitable. So I think I’ll be heading home.” If she wasn’t mistaken it was panic that flickered in his eyes. Good you bastard, panic.

“Kara, why would you say that, what did I do to you?”

“Nothing,” she hissed. “Yet. But Adam told me all about you, and what you did to his sister.” No better place than here in the open.

Val’s jaw loosened with surprise. “Adam?”

She didn’t wait for it to finish sinking in, turning her back on him.

“Kara wait, whatever he told you, it can’t be true.” Val grabbed at her arm, but she shook him off.

“Anyone would say that.” She shot him one last poisonous glance before walking headlong into the crowd. And thank God I don’t have any luggage. The swell of people was thick as she came down the escalator. Kara dodged into them unflinchingly, heading for the wide lighted doors. As she shouldered her way through, the light dimmed under passing clouds. Kara glanced behind but didn’t see Val. The doors whooshed open, a wash of fine snow blowing in, hitting her in the face as she stepped out. I thought it was summer here.

“Want different weather, just wait an hour,” a passerby remarked with a crooked smile. “Typical.”

But Kara felt a strange chill at the base of her spine, slowly working up to her shoulders. The snow was thick now, sudden, blocking out the sky. Kara turned back towards the building, but even that was gone. A shape distinguished before her, a man, running his fingers through his dark hair, smiling that charming smile.

“Adam?” Kara asked weakly.

He was beckoning her, the snow flying furiously through his fingers. Kara stumbled forward and his arms enclosed her, lips coming close to her ear. “Do you know who I am?”

Then blackness.

You’re Izgrid, oh God, you’re Izgrid.

When Kara woke her head lolled against softness, but as she pulled her hands close she could feel the bond around her left wrist.

“You’re awake finally, I must have overdone it a little.” Adam was standing at the bedside, looking slightly concerned.

No, it’s Izgrid, not Adam. How stupid am I.

“What did you do to me?” Kara asked in a croak. “And why is my throat so dry?”

“Because you’ve been asleep a day and a half, much longer than I intended. Here.” He handed her a bottle of water. The sides were clouded with cold and it was frigid to the touch. “I haven’t done anything to you, I’ve only brought you here, that’s all.”


“My sister is here.”

Kara focused on the room as he strode to the other side. Light poured through crevices, then flooded in as he pulled back the door flap. “I apologize in advance for how shitty it is, but at least it’s summer, and the perpetual sun has come back.”

Kara shivered as she gulped down the cold water. “Is your sister really here, or is that just another lie?”

“I haven’t lied to you.”

“You’re Izgrid.” Kara wiped her mouth, glaring at him. “Don’t dare tell me otherwise.”

“Fine, I’m Izgrid, but I haven’t lied about the situation. I don’t know what sort of bullshit Val told you about me, but it isn’t true.”

“If it isn’t true then why in the hell would you kidnap me?”

Izgrid let the door flap fall, plunging the simple room back into gloom. “Val loves you, really loves you. I have a feeling he won’t be so ready to say no this time.”

Kara squeezed her thighs together under the thick fur blanket, the water was having an unwanted effect. Come on, not now, not here. “I don’t know what to think about Val anymore than I know what to think about you.” Kara bit her lip, then added in a very small voice, “I do need to go to the bathroom though.”

Izgrid blinked, but nodded. “Of course, you were out forever. He motioned to a bucket. “As you may have gathered we don’t exactly have a sewer system out here. I’ll wait outside.”

Well at least he’s not a creep enough to watch. Kara played with the cuff around her left hand, twisting it and trying to pull it off to no avail. She gave up and relieved herself, which was a glorious sensation.

“Are you done?”

“Yes.” Kara crawled back under the fur blanket. “Tell me what’s going to happen next.”

“Next, Val will come.” Izgrid ducked back in. “And when he does I shall be ready.”

A howl rose out in the distance, parting from the wind suddenly.

“Ah there he is now.” Izgrid flashed her an excited smile. “You simply sit tight, your knight in shining armor is on his way, just like the idiot he’s always been.” With that he disappeared into the shadows, pulling a cloak over himself quietly, so that even Kara had a hard time distinguishing him from the floor and walls.

“Kara,” Val’s voice drifted breathless, close. It felt like only seconds before he was tearing the door flap down, stocky body filling the small room.

“Val, don’t!” Kara kicked off the fur blanket, trying to stop him, push him back out the door, anything.

But it was too late.

The Snow God: Part 10 (erotic)

This story is rated R.

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Dear readers: Thank you for your patience in waiting so long for this next part. I was a little burnt out this last week, probably because the moon is waxing (I know, how witchy of me ; ) ), and I tend to struggle to get writing done then. Well that and I came down with a super nasty migraine *sighs*… Anyways, here’s the next part, enjoy!


The airplane seat felt like an electric chair as they dropped slowly into the city below. Kara had been faltering through menial conversations for the last couple of hours. Val hadn’t noticed, but that was only because he was distracted.

When his hand slid over the arm divider she had to remind herself to not pull away. It was so massive, that wonderful hand that had mauled her breasts wildly only last night. Kara squeezed back with a shallow smile.

I should at least give him the benefit of a doubt.

“Looks like we’re here. I sincerely hope my sister will be back.”

“Back from where?”

Val’s nose wrinkled in disgust. “The desert.”

“Is she crazy?”

“Probably.” He grinned at her. “Whatever the case, I’m not, and I don’t want to fetch her from that damned hellhole.”

Kara didn’t ask, but she also hoped she’d be there. God forbid they had to travel any further, I mean what in the hell were they supposed to talk about.

This airport was smaller, but no less impressive to Kara, with its city smell and bustle. As they walked into the terminal a young woman in a dusty tutu and neon green sports bra waltzed by, cowboy boots making a distinctive sound on the carpeting.

Is she homeless, or is that just how they dress around here?

Kara’s eyes followed her, until they got distracted by a man who by all accounts was caked in dust from head to toe. For all she knew he might not even be wearing clothes under all that dirt.

“Brother, I never expected to see you here!” A light voice sprang out of the crowd, floating musically. Kara’s neck snapped towards it.

Bet she looks like a model.

Val’s jaw was starting to move distinctly as his sister distinguished from the crowd, looking as un-model-like as possible.

She’s sexy, I’ll give her that, but looks as crazy as he said.

“And who is this, is she with you?” She held out a dusty hand to Kara, wrist adorned with at least twenty brightly colored plastic bracelets.

Kara took her hand hesitantly, trying very hard not to stare at her bare flat stomach, which was covered in whorls of henna ink. “I’m Kara,” she said meekly, blushing as a sudden shyness sprung up.

“Maddy. Are you going to marry my brother?”

“Sister!” Val hissed, promptly grinding his teeth.

“We’re just traveling together.”

“Oh. That’s disappointing, you’re quite pretty.” Maddy grabbed Kara’s hand again. “Girls room then?”

“Sure, I guess.” She glanced at Val, who’s eyes were all but slits of annoyance, but he didn’t say anything.

“Why are you so dusty?” Kara asked as they slipped into a semi-quieter bathroom.

“Just been to the festival. Haven’t you ever heard of it?”

“Not really.”

Maddy pulled the hair ties out of her hair, letting her pigtails fall in dark waves across her shoulders. “What a shame, you really should go sometime, it’s awesome.” She bent over the sink next, turning the water on full bore and splashing it across her face so that the sink filled with brown gritty water.

“I’m not sure Val would like that very much.” Kara gave her a weak smile, pressing her shoulder blades against the cool tile wall, nodding at women who passed.

“Well if you haven’t already noticed, my brother isn’t much fun to be around.” A trickle of water carved a line through the dust on its way to her ample cleavage.

Kara shifted her feet, smiling despite herself. “I don’t know, we’ve had some fun.”

“Had some fun?” Maddy turned, gathering her hair up in a ponytail, dark eyes widening. “Does that mean what I think it means? You can’t be serious.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“I mean have you seriously slept with him?” Maddy’s eyebrows were high, eyes shining with excitement and amusement.

“It’s not that strange.” Is it?

“It is for Val. Come here, let me look at you.” Maddy beckoned with a finger.

Strange request, perhaps I should go back to Val..

Kara shuffled forward nervously, turning her hips towards the sink, pretending she might be washing her hands. Maddy grabbed her chin with a surprisingly firm grip, turning Kara’s face left and right, tilting her head back slightly. Kara focused on her lush lips, a fresh petal pink, anything rather than stare into those burning dark eyes.

Maddy’s grip loosened slightly. “Let me see,” she murmured, nose coming close to Kara’s.

Kara squeezed her eyes shut. I can feel her breath, what is she looking for? There was a soft feeling against her lips, a pillowly tenderness. Kara’s eyes sprung back open, breath rushing into her lungs loudly. Holy shit, she’s kissing me!!!

The kiss was brief, then Maddy stood there, licking her lips and looking puzzled. “I don’t see it, I don’t taste it. I don’t understand why Val would sleep with you.”

“Well that’s nice to hear.” Kara gave her a sharp look. “Are you insane? You know that’s what he told me, you’re crazy.”

Maddy laughed. “He’s always exaggerating. Don’t feel so insulted, I only mean that you’re not really Val’s type, that’s all.”

That’s all? “Whatever you say. I think I’m done here.”


The Snow God: Part 9 (erotica)

This story is rated R. (Part 9 contains no sex)

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The airport food area was bustling with harried travelers. Kara had left the bags with Val at the terminal, and was now staring at the various food signs, all for things she’d never had.

“The hamburgers over there are good,” a soft voice suggested close to her ear.

Kara swung around. The voice was too familiar, and indeed, it was Adam! She almost tripped backwards, but he caught her by the elbow, hand solid and strong.

“Careful dear. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

That’s what I thought you were. “You’re real then?”

“You can touch me if you like.” Adam gave her an impish smile. “I like a woman who knows how to run her fingers through my hair.”

Kara smiled back, shaking her head. “No thank you, I have a more serious boyfriend now.”

“So I’ve noticed. There’s something I need to speak to you about. Allow me to buy you a meal.” He motioned at the hamburger joint.

Wariness filled every inch of her chest. “You can talk to me here.”

“No, no. I insist. It was very rude of me to make such sudden and malicious remarks about your more serious boyfriend, especially seeing the shape you were in. I owe you an explanation.” He gave her a gentle push towards the restaurant. “No better place to talk than in public if you’re worried about me.”

“Should I be worried about you?” Kara asked, all while following his lead.

“That depends. Now I think you would like the number four. Go sit, I’ll order.”

She picked a spot next to the divider, watching as he ordered with a charm she couldn’t put her finger on. The cashier was blushing in fact, presumably having received a compliment, nervously brushing her fingers over a thick crop of acne. He left her to grin stupidly at the next costumer, folding his receipt neatly and sticking it in his wallet before grabbing the fountain cup.

“Here, I hope you don’t already have a preference for a certain soda. I got you what I think goes best.” Adam slid the sweating cup of soda to her. “Your flight leaves in half an hour, he’ll be looking for you, so I’ll be quick.”

“How do you know when our flight leaves?”

“We should start at the beginning.” He ran his fingers through his dark hair, looking suddenly uncomfortable. “With my sister.”

“You have the same sister as Val?” Kara guessed.

That made Adam laugh. “No, like night and day.”

“Ah, but you know Val, and his sister.”

“I’m getting there, relax.”

“Tell me then. We only have half an hour. Remember?” Kara gave him a playfully critical look. Holy shit, am I unconsciously flirting with him? That’s bad.

“We’re not related to Val, by blood, but my sister was supposed to marry him. She didn’t. She married his brother.”

He said I was like fire, he was afraid I’d burn him. That explains that. Kara’s brow furrowed and she bit her lip.

“Don’t look so sad. I haven’t finished the story. He was so angry he falsely accused my sister, so that his family would turn against her. As a consequence they locked her away, unjustly so.”

“Locked her away. What are they, the police?” She craned her neck, checking to make sure Val wasn’t close by. Could he really be the bad guy?

“That’s the complicated part. We’re not exactly human. We have our own laws.”

“Not human?”

“There’s your order.” Adam rose. “I’ll get it. Then I have to go.”

“Wait. Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I’m hoping you’ll do my sister a favor.” He came to her side, hand delving in his pocket. “See this.” A beautiful blue glow emanated from his palm. “I need the red one. Val’s sister has it. They’ll never suspect you, not for a second. You must take it and hide it. That is all.” The blue glow disappeared back into his pocket and he gave her a gentle smile. “But failing that, just don’t let Val hurt you.”

The Snow God: Part 8 (erotica)

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Kara felt guilty. Val didn’t say a word, but it seemed like she hindered them every step of the journey. First it was to turn in the coyote pelt (and he hadn’t even blinked at that!), then the twenty-four hour turn around for a passport. That didn’t even count her unsatisfying wardrobe.

“We have to get you summer clothes. You’ll be boiling where we’re going.”

He let her loose in the city shops, and all she could think of was how he might enjoy taking the clothes off.

Not this one, too plain, not that one, too sexy to wear out, we’ll never leave the room, we’ll never get where we’re going.

Kara settled on a pretty sun dress and a relaxed short and shirt outfit. Nervousness churned in her stomach as she checked out, the register ringing and beeping, like a little bird was trapped inside. The truth was, she didn’t really belong here in the city. She belonged about as much as a polar bear, striding through the shops, snuffing at items. Indeed her hands felt like paws holding the silken summer dress up in the light of the hotel window.

The door cracked and beeped, like everything else here. It was Val, looking strangely sheepish.

Kara tucked the dress back in the bag quickly, as though she was hiding it, afraid he might not like it. “Hey, what’s up?”

Val held out a pink bag. “I got you something, a gift. I thought you might like it.” He held it out until she took it.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. Go try it on, let me see.”

Kara locked herself in the bathroom, stripping and folding her old clothes before even daring to peek in the bag. When she did she could barely breathe. It was full of black lace and ribbons. She pulled it out, holding it up in front of the mirror.

Am I really supposed to wear this? I’ve never worn anything like this in my life.

But if it made Val happy. She slid it over her head, letting it drop around her slim hips with a bounce. When she turned around it was to a good view of her ass, round and fresh, black bows framing it seductively. There was a knock.

“Have you tried it on, does it fit?”

“It fits. but where do I wear it to?”

She could hear Val chuckle on the other side of the door.

“Just come out and let me see.”

“I don’t know. It’s too short.”

“Let me see.”

Kara opened the door shyly, not even sure how to stand. Val grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her out into the room, giving her a gentle twirl.

“I see what you mean by short.” He was grinning as he said it. His hand came down and cupped her bare pussy briefly, before sliding around to her ass, fingers playing between the cheeks slightly.

“Does it look good on me?”

“I’m not sure yet. Here get on the bed.”

Kara smiled shyly, sitting on the edge of the bed, but he shook his head.

“No, on your hands and knees, back to me.”

She obliged, sticking her ass in the air and wiggling it a little, feeling deliciously and thrillingly dirty. What might he do next? His hands answered, cupping coolly over her raised bottom, squeezing.

“It does look good on you.” His voice sounded much different, deeper and lower.

Kara grinned at that, pressing her cheek against the clean comforter.

“Stay that way.” His hand rested heavy on her lower back for a second.

The waiting made her squirm, the feel of air circulating, his movement, his breath close to her thighs, then a tongue, slowly and erotically touching its tip against her nub, licking backwards, gliding between her lips, parting them, finding the sensitive area there.
Kara gave an encouraging sigh, letting him know how wonderful it was to be handled by him. Handled, I like that, so sexy to let him boss me around.

Val’s tongue pushed deeper, teasing, pulling out again and bathing her clit. His tongue traveled after that, skimming, landing on her asshole, making her gasp in surprise.

She shifted a little, feeling odd, but his hands grabbed her hips securely, holding her in place, tongue exploring never touched areas, evoking a surprising feeling, a sexual intensity. But it didn’t last, because Val was kneeling on the bed behind her now, unsheathing his glorious cock, pressing it between her legs without ceremony. It went in smooth, sliding in the copious wetness, going deep and quick. Every stroke was sweet as candy, making her body hum and sway, nipples brushing over the comforter over and over. As she came closer her hindquarters pushed back against Val rhythmically, bringing an even deeper and harder penetration.

Fire, that’s what we are, both fire. If he’s afraid I’ll burn him, I’m doubly afraid he’ll burn me.

Kara’s eyes blurred, a whimper turning to wail issuing from her parted pink lips. His hands handled her roughly as she came, squeezing her breasts, raking over her bare back, miming his lustful thrusts. The finale was a strong twitching thrust that sent a warm burst of pleasure through Kara’s chest, an elated feeling like no other.

He rolled her over after, pulling her tight against his chest, nuzzling her neck.

“I’m sorry,” his voice came softly from the waves of her hair, “you bring out the animal in me.” His thick fingers stroked the small of her back, gentle and peaceful now.

That’s OK I like the animal side of you.

Kara smiled against his collarbone, letting her own fingers explore his wide back. “Don’t be sorry, it just makes me want to love you more.”


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.