0 comments/ 20298 views/ 1 favorites Winter Night By: rockhardy The snow squeaks under my shoes as I step along the sidewalk leading to your door. I'm careful not to slip. My breath billows gray smoke in the night air. I check to make sure that I haven't forgotten my bag of goodies. It is too cold to come back to the car. Yes, all there, I assure myself. The bag is heavier than one would suspect. The contents swing with my gait and the bag slaps my thigh as I climb the stairs. I push the outer door open and step into the vestibule. It is shockingly cold there, even though it is protected from the wind. I beat my feet against the straw mat on the floor. Snow scatters, dusting the junk mail lying there. I reach into the mailbox labeled "2D" and find the keys you've left me. The lock is iced and only grudgingly gives way. I'm careful to lock the door behind me before I ascend the stairs to your apartment. No doubt you've heard me. I imagine you in your bed listening to my footfalls as they grow ever near. At the top of the stairs I can smell your perfume. Your coat is hanging there and I press myself into it while I slip off my shoes. Your scent and the softness of the down almost make me want to linger there, but the cold floor leaves me no choice. I slip the second key into your door and let myself in. A candle glows on a bookshelf. The radiator clunks and hisses. The heat is on! "Are you splurging?" "What?" "The heat. Did you win the lottery?" "It's set to go off in five minutes so you'd better hurry and get in bed." "I'll bet it's nice and toasty in there," I say as I surreptitiously turn up the heat another couple of notches and cancel the timer. "Too bad we can't light a fire. Tonight would be perfect." I put my bag on your dresser and begin to disrobe. "We'll have to make our own fire," you say with a mischievous grin. "That can be arranged," I say as I begin to disrobe. "What's in the bag," you ask. "I've been shopping." "Presents for me?" "Presents for us", I say, as I step out of my underwear and slip into bed next to you. Your skin is soft and warm. Soon I am wrapped around you. "My own little hot water bottle," I say as I allow your body to warm mine. "What kind of presents?" "Oh, you'll see. It's a surprise." I kiss you and once again I am carried to enchantment. We do this so well. My hands explore your body as our tongues tickle each other. Your legs wrap around mine and I can feel the warmth between your legs. My penis begins to grow in anticipation. You respond by reaching down there and gently stroking my cock to full attention. In no time, I am as warm as you are and my body begins to give off its own heat. You attempt to pull me on top of you but I resist. Tonight I have other plans. I roll myself out of bed, my cock bobbing in the air, and I reach into my bag for my first surprise. I have four silk scarves that I reveal slowly, letting them slide out of the bag. "Uh oh, who's tying who?" I say nothing as I trail the scarves over your naked body. I softly slide the scarves from the tips of your toes up your legs and drag them across your pussy. The cool silk raises your skin and you shiver when they pass the valley between your breasts. You let out a soft moan and I kiss the places where the scarves have been. Back and forth, up and down, I continue to caress your body with the soft fabric. Your eyes are closed and your body is open to me as you relax into the bed. My scarves work their magic as your nipples harden to their touch. I coax your legs open by tickling the inside of your thighs. Your hips begin to rotate gently and rise to meet the silk as it passes between your legs. After one last pass over your writhing body, I gently but firmly grasp your right wrist and quickly tie a scarf to it and the bedpost. One by one, I bind your arms and legs to the bed. You test the security of the binds, but I am an expert knot tier and you have no chance of escaping. I step back to take in the sight of you spread open before me on the bed. I stroke my cock as I watch you, letting my eyes wander from your tits to your pussy. Your cunt glistens with your juices. Your eyes are fixed on my cock and you wonder what will come next as I reach into the bag. I bring out a squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup and snap open the top. I drizzle some of the syrup on my dick and straddle your chest. I let my cock dangle over your face, just out of reach. Some of the chocolate drips onto your face and you try to lick it with your tongue. I lean in and let my hard cock slap against your lips. You strain your head and open your mouth to try and catch me. Finally, you are able to take the tip into your mouth. I watch as you suck the chocolate off my cock. I push myself inside you slowly, allowing you to savor the sweetness. I begin to gently glide in and out of your mouth, squeezing more of the syrup as I do so. Soon, your face and neck are covered with syrup. Your tongue traces circles around the tip of my penis each time it leaves your mouth. Your lips smack as you devour my tootsie roll. I slide out of your mouth and lick the chocolate off of you, lapping at your face like a dog. I stick my tongue in your mouth and you suck on it hungrily, still wanting more. I reach behind me and cup your mons in my hand, letting my fingers push into your pussy. Your hips push up to meet me and together we grind your clit. I slide one, then two fingers into your hot box and fuck you with my hand. You are groaning freely now, obviously enjoying our game. I spin around and bury my face between your legs. I spread the lips of your pussy with my fingers and flick at the soft flesh with my tongue. My cock finds its way to your waiting mouth and we are linked as yin and yang, the 69 twins. I work on your clit, sucking it into my mouth and groaning uncontrollably. I swirl my tongue around and around tasting the natural sweetness of your juices. Meanwhile, you are deep-throating my rock hard cock with gusto, your head a blur as you bounce against the pillow. We are pushing the boundaries of pleasure; both of us are actively giving while succumbing to the sensations of receiving. I feel myself begin to come and I pull away. You strain against the silk binds to try and reach me but I won't let you. Instead, I allow my silvery wet cock to hover just out of reach while I continue to devour your cunt. Your ass is bucking and I grab it with both hands and fuck you with my tongue. I push two fingers into your pussy while I lap at the juices around your clit. I can feel the beginnings of your orgasm and I purposely slow down. Your cunt literally gives off its own heat as I move away from your womanhood and kiss and lick my way down your thigh. I have you just where I want you. On unsteady legs, I crawl off the bed. I can't believe how hard my dick is. Once again, I stand in front of you, my erection proud and pulsing and take you in. Your labia are swollen and red. Your face is flush with excitement. There are still traces of chocolate syrup on your face and neck. "You are going to finish me off, aren't you?" "Oh, you'll finish all right. But we're just getting started." I reach into the bag and you gasp as I reveal a thick dildo twice the size of my swollen member and redder than your nails. "They call this one 'The Firefuck'," I say as I swing it above my head. The rubber is hard and smooth, soft and flexible. Whoever designed the beast has given it a surprising amount of detail. The head is bulbous and its veins seem ready to pop. It even has a graceful curve up and to the left; something I've heard drives some women wild. I slap the dildo lightly against your face allowing you feel its heft. I watch as you flick your tongue at the enormous tip. I allow you to wet the head with your mouth before I pull it away from your face and drag it across your tits and stomach. I rub the outer lips of your pussy with the giant phallus and watch your face as you savor the sensation. "I am going to fuck you with this thing. I am going to shove it up your pussy and I'm going to ream you with it until you come." I press the tip into your folds, giving you a preview of the very near future. "Are you ready?" "Oh God yes, fuck me, I am so ready." You drive your hips toward the dildo and take another two or three inches inside of you. I teasingly draw the red monster in and out of your pussy, allowing only a third of its enormous size to enter you. I gradually increase the tempo and depth of my thrusts so that each time I push inside of you, the dildo goes a little deeper. Soon, I am plunging our friend into you with abandon. You are kicking your legs and wiggling your feet uncontrollably as you take all that I can offer. I lean down and taste the juices that are pouring out of you. You squirm even harder when I tickle your clit with my tongue as I drive the dildo deep into your pussy. I slow my tempo, but I increase the force at which I penetrate your cunt. Each time I push the huge red dick into you, you let out a gasp followed by a short squeal of pleasure. We make music together, syncopating your noises with the wet sounds your pussy makes as I impale you over and over. With my mouth pressed firmly against your clit, I begin humming to the song we've made. My tongue lashes out and beats a rhythm that causes your ass to writhe off the bed. "Oh yes, oh fuck, oh yes, oh fuck, oh yes, oh fuck," you sing. A scream begins to form in your throat and I know that you are about to cum. I push the faux cock into you as far as it will go and twist it violently. You buck convulsively and it is all I can do to ride your throbbing cunt with my mouth. "Ahhhhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck," you scream as your orgasm passes through you like a freight train going a thousand miles per hour. I let the red monster slide out of you slowly as your muscles begin to relax. Small aftershocks of your orgasm cause your cunt to reflexively grip the rod as it withdraws. I stifle a laugh when I see the puddle between your legs. "That's some wet spot", I say, "We may have to flip the mattress." I reach over and untie your left wrist. I kiss the red mark the silk has left, cooling the heat of friction with my saliva. Your hand instinctively reaches for my cock and by the time I've released your right hand, your left has a firm grip on my swollen penis. Your right hand cups my balls and rolls them in your palm. I straddle your chest and let you manipulate my manhood. Your hands are a fury of motion, spinning and turning softly, drawing a bead of cum from my pee hole. You use the natural lubricant to coat my cock with its own juices. "Untie my feet," you command. I turn around and begin to undo the silk scarves that bind your ankles to the bed. My stiff rod grazes across your soft thighs as I reach for the far corner of the bed. I am enjoying this sensation when I hear you call out. "What's this?" "Hey, that's supposed to be a surprise!" You've found the last of my purchases, a device that looks amazingly like an oversized Parcheesi game piece with a cord attached. "I'm embarrasses to admit it, but I have no Idea what this thing is." "Um, it's a butt plug. I hope you have batteries." "Top drawer in the kitchen. Whose butt are we plugging?" "Well, I thought we'd take turns." I leap out of the bed and prance toward the kitchen. "Honey, I love you dearly, but we've been over this. I am analphobic. There is no way you're sticking this thing in my ass. Especially if it's been in your ass first." "The guy at the store promised me it wouldn't hurt. Plus, I bought the smallest one. Anyway, I don't really care if you use it, I really bought it for me." I've found the batteries and I'm frantically trying to unwrap them from their ridiculous packaging. "Maybe if you like it, we could try the Firefuck up there. That would be impressive." "That might have to wait. It's still kind of virgin territory up there." I've managed to get the batteries lined up in their compartment and snapped the cover back on. "Kind of? Have you been practicing with a pencil or something?" "Uh, not really, a little finger probe here and there, you know." I flip the little switch and the butt plug comes to life with a metallic buzzing sound. I hand you the controller with a flourish. "Madam, your weapon." "If you weren't so cute, I'd think you were sick. Well, bend over, lets give this thing a try." After experimenting with the controls, you reach into the drawer next to the bed and grab a tube of lubricant. You put a nice big dollop on the tip of the thing and look at me expectantly with a mischievous grin. "Come on sissy boy, all fours!" I do as I am told and face away from you on my hands and knees at the foot of the bed. I'm feeling a strange mixture of excitement and vulnerability as I wait for you to penetrate my ass. My dick is losing its hardness as I wonder whether I really want to do this. As usual, you are the perfect mate. You always seem to understand my needs even before I realize what they are. You reach a reassuring hand between my legs and gently stroke me back to full rigidity. You begin to kiss the small of my back, tracing circles with your tongue. You lean into me and I can feel the soft pressure of your breasts against my ass. Soon I am lost in your touch and I barely notice as you slide the plug between my ass cheeks. The tip is pressed against my anus and I receive the first indication of the pleasures that await me. The lubricant is cool and I can feel my sphincter relaxing as you insert the tip into my rectum. "Mmmm, that feels good," I say. You gently rotate the plug, coating me with the gel. "Deeper?" you ask. "Sure, let's go." With gentle pressure, I can feel you filling my ass. I am amazed by the sensation. It is nothing like I expected. The fullness I feel is incredibly pleasurable. In no time, the plug is inserted completely to its flared base. My cock is rock hard. I am ready for more. "Turn it on baby." "Nuh-uh, I have other plans. Can you hold it in there?" I tentatively try to straighten up. The plug stays firmly in place. "OK, now what?" "Lie on your back with your feet hanging over the bed." I cautiously maneuver myself into place, carefully avoiding tangling myself in the control cable. As I lean back on the bed, there is additional pressure in my ass that is very agreeable. You position yourself on the floor between my knees. "I want you to stay as still as possible and let me do all the work." "Anything." You begin by licking the inside of my thighs. Your kisses feel like butterflies alighting on my body producing chills of pleasure. As you work your way up my body, you press into me. I look into your eyes as you guide my cock between your breasts, pushing them together and completely enveloping my shaft. It never fails to thrill me to watch the knob of my dick as it peeks out between your tits. You rock your body and I revel in the silky softness of your cleavage. You tilt your head forward and alternate flicking your tongue against the tip of my cock and your nipples. Each time the head appears you greet it with your mouth and when it recedes you turn your attention to your own flesh. I am already out of my mind with excitement when you discreetly turn on the vibrator. My ass involuntarily jumps from the bed and I scream in delight. You immediately take my entire cock into your mouth and begin the most furious blowjob I have ever experienced. You squeeze and pull on my balls as you fuck my cock with your mouth. Your moans and the tickling in my ass are about to send me over the edge. "My God this feels good!" Just when I feel I am about to bust a load, you release my dick into the cold air. You squeeze the tip with force and hiss "not yet, I want you to cum in my pussy!!" You swing your leg over and face away from me. I can see your glistening cunt between your legs, your magnificent ass hovering just above my cock. You lower yourself onto me and begin to pound your ass against me. I feel myself completely immersed in your pussy again and again, each time getting closer and closer to nirvana. "Oh God yes, fuck me. Fuck me with your pussy!" We are both screaming when I finally explode. Your tempo actually increases as I release wave upon wave of jism deep inside of you. My head is thrown back and I am transported, my mind a jumble of fireworks and stars. An uncontrollable groan begins somewhere near my midsection and carries forth through my chest and throat. "Arrrrrrrgh, yes, oh yesss". You slide off of me and collapse in a heap on the bed. My body is still tingling as I try to catch my breath. I wonder how long it will take before I return to normal and then I realize I'm still wired. Somehow, I find the strength to find the cord and pull it toward me. I switch off the buzzer and lie back not bothering to remove the plug from my ass. "There's nothing left in that bag is there?" "No," I say. "We've done it all". "We sure have," you say. You pull a piece of the covers on top of us and lay your head on my chest. You listen as my heartbeats steadily slow. I can feel your breathing return to normal. Together, we close our eyes and savor the warm glow of a winter night. Winter Night He sat alone in his room, drawing pad in his lap and pencil in his hand, he was working on one of his numerous sketches, several booklets where also scattered about his room, some contained poems, others songs, and many upon many with drawings. He stayed mostly to himself as he always felt like the runt of the family, the middle child, mostly ignored, except when it came to his mother, he was her little baby boy, at times he was smothered by her, as he was one to get picked on a lot, but that was expected when your younger sister could beat you up whenever she felt like it. Which she normally did time to time, depending upon her mood. Paul was a wolf kin, born from a wolf kin mother and werewolf father. He wasn't that all weak, compared to normal humans, but when it came to fighting his own, well he normally lost. His older brother was the one who got the thrill of exploring and taking off till late night, early morning, with no explanation, but Victor could hold his own in any fight, he was respected by many of the other Garou in the area. As Victor got strength, Paul gained intelligence, he could out think anyone in the family and leave everyone confused in a matter of moments. Then there was Adriana, the baby of the family, she was just about a year and half younger then Paul, but progressed quickly and shot ahead of Paul in a few years, becoming stronger and quicker, and feistier. Adriana had a wicked tongue and a thrill to fight. Which got her in trouble a lot of times, but she was as beautiful as she was feisty. She had men always trying to get her attention, but she saw none fit for her taste so she just beat them up, and when she couldn't find anyone to harass or harm, there was always Paul, her stress relief. Paul himself was a handsome youth of about 21; he looked a lot like his father did when he was young. He had the ability to charm ladies left and right but also anger their boyfriends, Paul wasn't the one to fight, he never had the urge to go out and be aggressive, which left him dateless and alone, but he like it better this way, he kept to himself and his books. Hiding his feelings from everyone around him. Only his mother ever caught a fragment of how he was feeling or acting. His father tried but Paul wasn't the one to really warm up to his father as Victor and Adriana did. He was wolf kin and they where Garou. There was that small separation there that he kept always there, as he felt inferior. Paul finally pulled his head out of his books and grabbed an art pad a few pencils and made way for the forest. After walking awhile he heard a scream, and he went to check on it, what he found was three of the Garou boys from a clan that lived nearby, the three had been constant bullies when it came to Paul but they all had a thing for Adriana who was now overcome by the three, who had the intention to rape her. "Now why don't you three be good little pups and let my sister go?" He knew he was asking for a beating, but still that was his little sister, even if she could kick his ass. One of the three turned around and growled, he was the ringleader of the three. "Go away Paul before I hurt you!" Paul raised a brow, "really? Well your sure you can figure out how to do that hmm, you'd have to catch me first" "Paul you little runt, i'm stronger, faster and meaner then you" "You forgot uglier and dumber not to mention, lacking in…Stature" That did it the three all turned and dropped Adriana to the ground and took off after Paul, who turned and ran as fast as he could, the three where quickly catching up when Paul leaped off a ledge and grabbed a branch to swing up onto as the three all landed about ten feet below in a rather large patch of wolfs bane, Paul swung back and landed on the ledge. "Like I said dumber," he turned and walked over to where Adriana stood in tattered clothing, blinking at her brother who she thought would never stand up for himself, let alone her, Paul gave her his hand. "You should get home before someone sees you like that, I cant afford to get beat up by everyone out here for your sake" Adriana just nodded and headed home ahead of him. Paul grabbed his notebook and headed back home, as the three bullies finally crawled out of the patch of wolfs bane that would leave them in great pain for the next few weeks. With the next few weeks, Adriana's behavior around Paul changed greatly, she was a lot more submissive when in his presence and was eager to help him with things, which put him on the defensive as he didn't quite trust her at times, due to her violent nature. One night Paul lay in his bed reading a novel, a small lamp on beside the bed as he lay on the top of the sheets in only his boxers. He didn't notice Adriana walk in and look him over, her eyes widening a bit as she saw the rather large but relaxed bulge in his boxers, which was proof enough that he put most werewolf's to shame, she bit her lip and walked over and sat next to him. "Paul? Can I ask you a question? And I want you to be honest" "Yeah, sure what is it? " "Am I attractive? I know a lot of the men look at me, but is I really attractive? Most men just want to mate for the hell of it and will sleep with whoever" Paul looked up from his book for a moment, and looked to her face and eyes which seemed to be sparkling, she had passive side that made her seem very much a lady when she wasn't her normal self. "I don't know, I've never really thought about it, yeah I guess so, now can I go back to reading?" She got a sour look and gruffed, "you guess so? Damn it you didn't even look at me!" With that she sat down on his stomach, straddling his body and pulled the book from his hands and looked straight in his eyes. "Look at me god damn it tell me if you find me attractive?" Paul sighed and finally looked her over, before he hadn't noticed that she was wearing an almost transparent nightgown, that was a body hugging mesh, for the first time he saw her as a woman, not just his sister. "Yes, Adriana, your very attractive, now can I please go back to read…." His words where cut off by her lips upon his, he was all but stunned and finally pushed her back. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Adriana smiled and pressed her body down against his, running her hands through his hair, which she knew he liked a lot. "Its called a kiss silly, and there's more then that" She licked his cheek lightly before nipping at his neck" "A..driana… where family.. You can't be doing..this." He was quickly loosing the battle of will to his body and hormones. " Its alright Paul, werewolf's can mate within packs when they cant find suitable mates elsewhere, and I want you" She slide her hands down and pulled off her nightgown, letting her body be shown to him fully. "Take me, make me yours" Paul shook his head and tried to get up but she held him down, and when she removed her nightgown he couldn't help but grow hard within his boxers, his hands went up to move her off him, but she grabbed them and put them to her large breasts and made him squeeze them. "Adriana..still…… its…. Not …. Right" His eyes flashed yellow for a moment as his instincts began to take over and he began squeezing her breasts on his own. Adriana moaned deeply and leaned down to kiss him passionately, her lips dancing upon his as he tongue darted out into his mouth and met his tongue in a wet and warm embrace. Adriana's hands slide down and removed his boxers and then broke her kiss to look upon his erect cock and gasped loudly, as she saw the monstrous size of his cock, she quivered a bit as she wondered how that would go inside of her. But being aggressive as she always was got up and positioned herself above him and slowly lowered herself upon his cock, letting it sink slowly into her, she bit her lip to keep from howling once she got the tip of his head into her, every inch was a tortuous pleasure before she stopped feeling his member come in contact with her hymen. She looked down up on Paul's face, which was overcome with ecstasy, with that she let go and let gravity do the work and let him slide completely into her, as she met the base of his cock, tears streamed down her face as she whimpered in pain, but stopped crying as she felt Paul's arms wrap around her and hold her close. She whispered in his ear as she lay next to his body. "I love you Paul" Paul whispered back to her, "and I love you Adriana" With that she broke their embrace and began to move herself back and forth a little bit, getting use to the large invasion into her intimate parts of her body. As she rocked back and forth letting the pain and unease of having him within her turn into pleasure, soon she was rocking back and forth, letting more then six inches slip and out of her with each movement, still she felt him in her, She sat up and began to move up and down on him, letting the long, thick cock slide in and out of her, Paul's hands held her hips helping her along, she was soon growling out and stifling howls as she moved quickly upon him, until she slammed herself down, climaxing hard, stars spinning around her as he came within her at the same time. Adriana collapsed upon his body in a sweaty heap her hair dangling around her face as she snuggled up to him. "Mmm, I love you" With a kiss upon her cheek, the now exhausted Paul held her close as he too fell asleep embraced with Adriana, who slept soundly in his arms. Winter Night Delight I have never rejected the idea of having a woman as a lover, yet neither did I dream I would ever pursue it. This particular night I was sitting in a little corner bar I sometimes go to. One of those dark, smoky places you frequent when you want to blend in and seemingly disappear. I wasn't expecting to hook up with anyone, let alone a woman. I had just finished my first drink when she sat down at my table a few moments later. "Hello," she said, "mind if I sit here?" I wasn't protesting, though I have the feeling if I had she would have sat down anyway. She was tall, sleek with a face full of defining bone structure. Long, smooth flaming red hair framed her face in a way that made me want to reach out and stroke it. I thought it a bit odd that she was wearing a miniskirt in the middle of winter. She also had dark nylons with boots that went up to her thighs. To top it off she had on a black shirt with just a hint of her enormous cleavage showing. Her outfit seemed to be in contrast with her perfectly manicured fingernails. She had managed to pull the ensemble off making it very seductive. There was a quality of utter detachment about her, as if she looked out upon the world seeing it, yet untouched by it. Everything about her- her hair, her outfit, the way she held her cigarette- looked deliberate, yet she held herself so well it didn't seem fake at all. She looked over the top of her glass at me slowly and steadily running her eyes over me from top to bottom. Her appraisal sent an electric shock through my body, full of possibility. I could see a certain hunger in her eyes, one that I had noticed too often in my own. "I'm Ginger" she said reaching for her purse, and then out of nowhere, "want to fuck?" Leaving the bar, a rush of frosty air swept past us. It was a colder than usual winter night. You know the kind of night where you can't seem to get warm no matter what you do? A nipple night. It was an evening so cold; my nipples stood straight up, peeking through my shirt demanding release. Well, it wasn't the cold's entire fault. My nipples stay hard. I just happen to be one of those women who are fortunate enough to have very sensitive nipples. I heard somewhere that women with erect nipples are sexual beings, aroused creatures. I don't know about that, but I know my nipples stay stiff whether I am doing the dishes or pumping gas in my car. They seem to have a mind of their own. My nipples were at full attention from the moment I laid eyes on Ginger. She was gorgeous. I have been called "beautiful" myself a time or two, but to call her beautiful wouldn't do her justice. I don't remember the ride to my house. I doubt we said more than two words to one another. I just knew I had to have her. We found ourselves standing in front of my fireplace. Looking into her eyes I felt my breath quicken and my skin heating up with desire. It was as if all the feelings I had ever known were bunched up beneath my skin. The moment she touched me I knew my body would explode with feeling. With every want and need I had my entire life. We took off our coats and I offered to get her a drink. Heading into the kitchen I almost tripped all over myself thinking about seeing her naked. How would I approach the subject of sex? I felt ridiculous, I had never been with a woman, I didn't know where to begin. I was excited and nervous all at the same time. I wondered if I would go through with it. I reached for the refrigerator door when I felt her behind me. It seems I wasn't to be the one who initiated sex. She put her hand over mine and closed the fridge door. I turned around and she pinned me up against it kissing me in a way that would be impressed in my head forever. She reached out to grab me and I fell quickly into her arms. Melting into her embrace part of me wanted to say, "no, stop!" The other part of me knew nothing could feel that good and still be wrong. Her face drew near and when her mouth parted I eagerly thrust my tongue inside. A sensation of wetness and heat filled me. I felt her arms wrap around me tightly and her breasts pressed up against mine. I could hear her breath quicken, become heavy, labored. Just knowing she wanted me excited me that much more. Barely making it back into the living room, we began taking off each other's clothes. I felt sparks of desire wherever our skin touched. Her hand cupped my breast and I once again started to protest, but there was no turning back. We positioned ourselves on the floor in front of the fire. She continued to undress me slowly, looking carefully at my body then checking with my eyes to assure I was okay with it all. Then when we were both naked she took me into her arms with as much passion as any man I had ever been with. She began rolling my nipples between her fingers. I didn't think they could get much harder, but her touch proved me wrong. Her hand reached down and found the spot of my body that was wet with desire. Her finger slipped inside as my wetness enclosed around it. She laughed, finding me so wet and ready for her probing fingers. "You're hot aren't you? You want more baby?" she asked. "Yes," I whispered into her mouth, agreeing with her. I wanted her, hard, fast, slow, any way at all. Without removing her finger she fastened her mouth on mine firmly, devouring me. She pushed me gently backwards on the rug. "Wait right here baby," she said as she crawled on all fours to where her purse lay, "I have a surprise for you." Watching her ass in the upward position made me long to stick something in it. Crawling back towards me I saw in her hand something I longed-for, but was always too embarrassed to buy. The dildo was red, my favorite color and lifelike in that it was the actual shape of a hard cock. I was already juiced up from her finger having been inside me. Now I couldn't wait for her to ram that cock in its place. The look on her face told me I wouldn't have to ask. She was just as anxious as I was to plunge that joystick deep inside of me. She looked at me as she began to run the tip of the dildo up and down my inner thighs. The thing looked huge, but I was resolute about taking as much of it as I could. Spreading my legs as wide as I could she started gently inserting the cock into my opening. Usually not a big talker during sex I knew I would have to speak up to get it the why I wanted. Ardently grabbing her hair I told her, "I want you to fuck me hard!" I could hear her as she granted my request. "I'll fuck you hard baby!" Her rhythm increasing I felt myself bucking my ass into the air with equal pressure. I was determined to take it all. Her thrusts increased and I found myself near to tears with the sheer agony of pleasure she was giving me. She was pumping me harder and harder, and I thought I would come right then and there, when she abruptly pulled it out of me. Before I could catch my breath she was lifting me by my ass, a cheek in each hand and I felt her hot, talented tongue on my clit. I have been tongue fucked before, but she had it down to an art. Any hesitation I might have felt about being with a woman initially, instantly left me with a low moan of pleasure. I didn't think about what was right or wrong. I lay still, closed my eyes and gave myself up to physical sensation. Seeing her stunning face buried in my soaked crotch was enough to make me cum right there. She pushed her face harder and harder against me as her tongue went even deeper inside of me. My body shuddered as I felt myself coming closer and closer to a much-wanted wet and warm orgasm. "No...no...oh yes.." My denial no longer viable as she found a hard, driving rhythm that satisfied us both. My cunt quivered as her tongue darted back and forth across my clit. She inserted her finger deep inside of me thrusting it in and out as she attacked my sex orally. She reached up with her other hand pinching my nipples, which were aching to be touched again. Ecstasy and pain intermingled as it shot through my body. I lost all sense of time and place, of everything as she drove her tongue into me. Plunging deeper inside of me I could hear myself whispering "harder, harder please." begging her to take me wantonly. I pushed myself against her trying to get all of me in her mouth as she teased on. "Tell me what you want," she managed to say between her assaults on my clit. "You know what I want," I said amid breaths. "Say it." "Suck me." "How?" "Hard!" I begged. She licked and sucked my clit as I endeavored to hold out as long as possible. She reached around teasing my asshole with her finger, gently slipping it inside and with one final thrust, drove me over the brink into a fierce all consuming orgasm. I groaned as my body sizzled and melted into the most intense orgasm, and for the first time in my life I screamed from the sheer rapture of it. I lay still as she looked at me with those ever appraising eyes and stated simply, "Now it's my turn." She lay on the rug spreading her legs apart. I had never seen a pussy other than my own. I reached out wanting to touch it, to feel it's silky smoothness. I gently ran the tip of my finger around her sleek opening. I was absolutely cunt-struck. I was no novice when it came to the two-finger tango, but up until then I had only done it to myself. I could feel her body shudder and a deep moan came from somewhere within her throat. I intended to give it to her as well as I had gotten it. Her vertical smile was sodden with love juice and begging for more. I loved the feel of it, she was so incredibly sexy. Ginger was hot, dripping and ready. I wanted to make her feel as good as she had made me feel. I began stroking her clit, weighing her pleasure by the way her ass lifted from the ground. I moved my finger in and out of her loving the way her wetness swallowed me. I could tell she was loving it and her excitement exhilarated me, but I wanted to make this my first experience with pussy, last forever. Plunging my finger in and out of her moist pussy gave me a thrill. I had to get a closer look. She lay there naked and flushed, moaning with every movement of my finger. I brought my head down between her legs, closing my eyes while drinking in her scent. I wanted to taste her, to feel the juices trail over my tongue. Tentatively flicking my tongue on her clit I could hear groans of pleasure escaping from her throat. Usually quite reserved, I am not sure what came over me. Maybe it was the way she was squirming and wriggling beneath my fingertips or the way she kept moaning the words "yes, yes, please don't stop!" Whatever it was, I let go of any inhibitions I may have been carrying around and found myself eating pussy with a fervor. Her sweet honey running down the sides of my mouth, the sugary smell of her cute hole, the sweltering heat emanating from her hot slit was making me long to have her between my legs again. I knew she couldn't hold out much longer. I trailed my finger in the spot between her pussy and her asshole as I sucked all the juice from within her. She began wriggling out of my grasp and I grabbed her tighter. Burying myself between her legs I began to give gentle bites to the area surrounding her clit. She was quivering and I could tell she was almost ready to come. I grabbed the dildo she had just used on me and put it between her legs. Pushing it ever so slightly her hole closed around it. We began a dance of back and forth movement. Me pushing it inside of her and her meeting every thrust with one of her own. Grabbing it away from me she began to fuck herself as I grabbed both of her beautiful breasts in my hands. I lay atop of her, giving her enough room to continue ramming herself as I took her nipple into my mouth. I sucked and sucked while she moaned and groaned and wriggled beneath me. Finally I felt her body shudder and become still beneath me. That is when I heard her say "Wow...that was great." I snuggled up against her and felt her wrap her arms around me tightly. We lay there wrapped in each other's arms, the aroma of sex tingling our nostrils, and I could already feel myself becoming aroused again. I only had one thing to say to Ginger after an experience like that. "Want to do that again?" I asked, smiling. I could feel my juices running as she shook her head in the affirmative and grasped my face pulling me in for a kiss. Winter Nights It was mid winter, and the poorly heated dorm room was chilly. He had stayed up late into the night, talking with Sarah and her roommate Jess. Eventually Jess yawned, stretched, and announced that she was going to bed. She quickly changed into a set of flannel pajamas, crawled under her blankets and switching off the light. As she reached for the switch, he caught a glimpse of glowing pink midriff in the soft light, then blackness. Sarah, too, stood up and stepped behind a cabinet, re-emerging a moment later wearing sweat pants and a button up shirt. He stood up, pulled off his jeans, shivering briefly in boxers and a t-shirt as Sarah burrowed under the sheets. She laughed and threw him a blanket. "We'll both be warmer if we cuddle together," she said, beckoning to him as she tugged on the corner of his blanket. He murmured assent as he slid into the bed next to her. The two of them snuggled together, giggling quietly. Sarah turned and kissed his arm, which was threaded beneath her neck. He nuzzled her neck softly, inhaling the scent of her hair and skin, and kissed her lower neck gently. She sighed, pressing back against him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and began to feel a small core of heat building inside of her. She cautioned herself that her roommate was in the next bed, and she was uneasy with another person so near. She began to trace small circles on the back of his hand with the tip of her fingernail. He shivered, wrapping his arms more tightly around her. Soon, they drifted off to sleep in the shared warmth. He awoke to extreme darkness. Momentarily disoriented, he concentrated for a moment and found that he lay on his back, with Sarah snuggled up against his side, his arm still under her neck. The fingers of one of her hands were laced with his. His other hand felt a soft sponginess he couldn't identify. He moved his fingers gently, sliding the tips along and pressing slightly. As he searched, a bulge formed underneath the surface of the cloth, and with a mental start he identified the sensation. He was gently stroking Sarah's left nipple as his palm cupped her heavy breast. Her faint sigh seemed to roar in his ears and his hand froze. Pressed against him, he felt Sarah shift slightly, and the motion pressed his hand closer to her shirt, jostling his fingers. He waited a moment, unsure of his next move, when a warm, wet mass pressed against the webbing of his thumb. Sarah's tongue slid agonizingly slowly over his knuckle and between his first two fingers. He resumed the inspection of the cotton of her shirt, confirming his identification. He listened closely to Jess' breath, looking for signs of wakefulness. She slept heavily as ever, the covers of her bed rising and falling with her breathing. He squeezed his palm, grasping a fistful of Sarah and kneading it. Her hips shifted unconsciously as her breath deepened. Her hand closed about his wrist and pried him from her for a moment. He thought he had overstepped his bounds, and was about to withdraw, when his arm was replaced, though this time his hand slipped under the fabric and he felt her hot skin touch his. Her breast fairly burned as he stroked it, running his thumb over her swollen nipple. She moaned quietly, and rolled back against him, the movement sliding her chest beneath his hand and his fingers touched the other soft mound as her shirt fell away. In his mind's eye he saw them lying there, Jess sleeping heavily in the next bed, and him embracing Sarah, her bosom open to the room, growing warm beneath the blankets. After what seemed like several hours, she raised her head and pulled his arm from beneath it, laying it across her body. She shifted the blankets, pulling the top quilt from beneath his arm until it dropped under the covers. His palm lay against her flat belly, and he discovered with a smile that Sarah was an "innie". His longest fingers just crested the ridge of her pubic bone. A whisper of motion, and he could feel the smooth skin beneath her sweats. He drew his arm upwards, his elbow grazing her warm breasts, and set about to untie the drawstring around her waist. At this odd angle he was clumsy, and his fingernails too short to grasp the tiny knot. He fumbled quietly for a time, until suddenly his hand was shoved away. He recognized the tearing of a seam in his ears as she thrust his hand through the torn waistband and over her mons. Now his fingers felt coarse ringlets beneath silky panties, and he scratched lightly in small circles at the top of the hill. With each circle, he dipped somewhat lower, until he was sweeping across the barest hint of a ridge of flesh. He stopped his advances there, pressing more firmly, but always only grazing that spot. His hand was nestled in a womb of moist, warm air as Sarah began to roll her hips forward with each circle, vainly trying to catch his fingers as they passed. She was aching, straining for contact, but was afraid of waking the room's third inhabitant. As he circled, he felt her wetness creep up to meet his fingers and he relented. At the top of the next circle, his hand darted under the string that held up her panties. Arching his wrist, he lifted the damp satin from her and danced his fingers through her hairs. Scratching lightly, his fingers burrowed inward to her center. Her thighs parted involuntarily to make room for him, and Sarah's leg stretched over his. He lifted his leg over hers in an effort to restrain her motion. As his middle finger slid wetly over her clitoris she thrust upwards and engulfed him. He reached inside her and cupped her as he had her breast, rocking his palm in slow circles. His fingers were deep inside of her pulsing walls as he grasped her lips between his knuckles and held firmly. With the heel of his hand he pressed downwards and fluttered his palm, sending vibrations through her spine to explode in her brain. She clamped her teeth on his arm as her thighs clutched at him and she trembled. Minutes past and they lay still. Finally, Sarah stirred, rolling over to face him, the movement drawing him from her with a soft smacking sound. She drew his hand to her lips and delicately licked it. Taking a finger in her mouth, she languidly rolled her tongue around it, tasting herself. As she nursed quietly on him, her other hand nestled between his legs, touching and stroking him. Gently she began to squeeze him, occasionally running her thumb along the tip. It wasn't long before she was greeted with a groan and a warm splash of fluid as he lost control. She smiled sleepily and kissed him, clasping his hand to her chest, before closing her eyes and drifting away. As he began to fall asleep, he caught a glint of light from the other bed. He dismissed it as an illusion, but he could have sworn he saw Jess' eyes, wide open, as sleep snatched him up and carried him off into the night... Winter Nights Once upon a time there was a little village whose hills were covered in mountain mint. In the village there lived a merchant whose greed was matched only by his ambition. Though his fistful ways were well known, haggard women could still be coaxed to tell his tale, a tale of wistfulness and despair. Long ago, or so they say, the merchant had fallen in love with one of the blonde haired huldra, a creature of the forest that mortal men fear to resist. And the young man was so fair-faced and right-hearted that the huldra herself had consented to house with him, had born him three daughters before her discarded immortality caught up with her and she expired. They say that on the day she died the young man began his lifelong quest to line his pockets with gold. They say that the glitter of the burnished coins is all that he takes comfort in. They say it reminds him of the huldra's shiny, golden hair. And though his daughters have inherited their mother's beauty, the villagers warn that it will be their doom. It is autumn, a time for marriages, and Heidi the merchant's middle daughter certainly agrees. For the price of a beautiful face, her older sister Hanna had been sold last year for a hefty sum, to an aged, landowner renowned for his great wealth and cruel heart, who split open her sister's maiden legs with mirthless, greedy hands. And now it was Heidi's turn, to offer up skin as pale as the moonlit beach and green eyes the color of the stormy sea... to pledge her hand, if not her heart to the lust of a wealthy stranger, to fill her father's purse at the cost of her very soul.... But she is not like her sister, poor docile Hanna, who will suffer a lifetime of nights pleading for her husband's mercies. Heidi closes her eyes. "Never" she whispers. In her lap, Heidi holds an embarrassment of riches sent from afar, luxurious fabrics, damasks and rich furs, finery fit for the life she will lead as a consort of a nobleman in the far-away city. Her long fingers caress the wares... the village had never beheld such extravagance... and Heidi had marveled to hear tell of the city lights that shone brighter than the stars on a cold winter's night. But city lights did not compare with freedom, and Heidi has made up her mind. So that is why in the stillness of a moonless night, Heidi leaves her childhood home, stooping only once to kiss the head of her slumbering sister, Elli; hesitating before indulging in one single extravagance... sheathing her body in the lavish warmth of a fur lined red, velvet cloak stolen from her own trousseau. Drawing the hood over her fox colored hair, filling a leather pouch with too few resources for her survival, Heidi quietly slips out the door and into the woods beyond. The night air is a jolt upon her face, her cheeks are dusted with starlight; the curling leaves crackle underneath her feet. The tree boughs cast grim shadows against her skin. Heidi gulps... the forest is aged and full of unknowns, peopled with evils and mysteries... but for a proud girl with a head full of dreams, a dark wood full of questions is far more pleasurable than a life bereft of joy. Heidi skirts the edge of the forest, slips between the trees, careful to keep her bearings, to keep the sloping sound of the river to her left, the beating of her heart at a respectable din. There are noises in the woods that she cannot explain. And Heidi is the daughter of a huldra; she knows the old ways. And there are hiinsi to worry about as well. Stealthily Heidi moves deeper into the forest, her scarlet cloak bleeding into the night. The trees are dense and unchartered and the villagers claim that there are knowledgeable druids who reside inside the forest depths, tomes and secrets of ancient worth. Heidi lowers her hood. Her sleek hair is the color of red clay roads, of brushfires in the summer and of wild ponies. Somewhere in the darkness a rabbit screams. Heidi starts, reaches instinctively to clutch the talismans hidden in her leather pouch, an even cross hewn of twigs of oak, knotted with a thin red cord; an intricately carved dagger... she hopes it is enough to keep the dark spirits away. She plods on through the forest, away from her home, for miles she travels steadfastly. She is scared, but undeterred by the startling sounds: the scurries in the underbrush, the howls of craven wolves in the distance, of patrolling owls and other signs of darkness. On the horizon the sky is just beginning to lighten, and the night is rife with activity. There is a fair mist rising from the forest floor. It dampens her senses though it quickens her pulse. And she does not hear the thud of their footfalls until they are upon her, the great, lumbering hiinsi with their glittering obsidian eyes, who are upon her in an instant, scrambling over her terrified body their thick black claws ripping her thin chemise to shreds. Her screams are muffled as she is rolled under their heavy bodies, her brick red hair ground into the fertile forest floor. And the goblin ilk is upon her. Heidi shrieks, covers her face with her hands, hears the tough fabric of her buttermilk breeches tear, the weight of their furry bodies... she feels her sanity giving way to a rush of panicked hysteria. She hears a cry amidst the tumult, a great lurch of the savage beasts; she feels her legs slide out from under her, pulled by invisible hands. She is tangled in folds of red velvet and fur, the forest gloom is dense. There is a man, suddenly upon her, a great, hulking shadow, caught between the demon din. Heidi stumbles to her feet; she is grasping her finely wrought dagger, and her hands are shaking with sweat. There are at least four creatures, horrible creature with soulless eyes of pitch; Heidi swallows, steadies her hand, raises her long pale arm... "Put it away, you fool" it is the labored voice of the fighting man "Your metal cannot hurt a creature of the spirit world." Heidi cringes; she fears that the man will surely die. But even before she can avert her pretty green eyes, the ruckus is slowly subsiding, the beasts brought gradually to bay, bound as Heidi sees at last by a silken cord as thin as wire. Heidi is amazed. "What kind of devil are you?" she asks. The man is knotting the silver threads. "Your gratitude is impressive" he replies. The beasts grow quiet under his grasp; he has trussed them tightly and tied them to a tree. "Won't the string break?" she asks at last. "It looks like it cannot possibly hold." "It is gleipnir" he explains, "and it will hold." She studies him then in the rosy dawn, his tall, dense body, his tangle of wavy, dark hair, his eyes that are blue like melancholy chords. The man is sweating; he bears a gash across his temple. When he is done he sits himself under tall pine tree to rest. "Do you always travel so ill-advised, mistress?" he asks her as she gathers her courage to approach him, to staunch the blood with her cool, white hands. "What is your name??" she says by way of an answer. The man lifts his heavy hand, slides it under her cloak, peeling away the fabric to reveal the span of her breasts, her honeysuckle skin underneath the torn muslin of her blouse. "I will not tell you my name, right now, mistress" he warns her; she can feel his breath on her skin. "You may call me Master Drake." And he is drawing her body toward him, and she does not resist. Does not resist when he pulls her onto his body, nor when he wraps his bearded mouth around the soft, pink skin of her nipple, pressing against her through the shredded filaments of her shirt. And her long saffron hair shrouds his wounded head, its honey silk tickling his cheeks and his ears.... his tongue and teeth and the pricking hairs on his face needle her nakedness, make her skin feel alive... her titties swell... against the push of his tongue against thin fabric and flesh... and her verdant eyes widen in the morning mist, framed by eyebrows light as the cardinal's red wing. He holds her firmly, though she does not resist him, though her head is spinning. As he unfastens her cloak, lets it fall to the forest floor, as he rolls her over, climbs on top of her trembling body, peels away the fine shreds of her shirt... exposing her pale, white flesh... Heidi feels the crush of pine needles against her back, the crush of his mouth, slowly descending against her skin... his large hands stroking the contours of her body, her breasts, her neck, her slender waist. A tiny shuddering gasp escapes her lips, hangs, suspended in the air—a gasp of confusion... and delight... that settles into the sky, as his tongue moves down her stomach, lingers against her ligaments. He is tugging on her breeches; they come sliding off her stallion legs... and she is shivering though she is not cold. She feels his mouth, like a clamp... the gristle of his beard against her softest parts. Her pin-cushion lips part into an "Oooo." And the long drags of her scent arouse him, excite him, the tastes of her sweet juice. The jarring harrow of being caught between her thighs as he sucks her. And it is overwhelming, the sensations of pleasure that roll down her body, that unfurl in the hollows of her ribs, tumbling into her tummy, and she did not know it could feel like this. Did not know that a tongue could make her very fingertips shake with excitement. And everywhere around her is the smell of pine and lust. But he is done with her too soon, is crawling up her body, shedding his garments, demanding recompense, his cock is in her face, rubbed along the cathedrals of her cheeks and brow, the slender slip of her nose, barreling against the bowstring of her ripe, red lips, parting them, separating the flesh, her teeth, until he is in her. She is frightened then, and her body tenses, her slender fingers curl, for he is not gentle and wields his cock like a weapon, seizing his pleasure from her throat. His thick thighs wrap around her head, her face... his knees nesting in the crush of her red hair. And he is pushing upon her, faster, and he is filling her mouth with his girth. Deeper and deeper... over and again. And she can hardly breathe. And when he cums inside her mouth, it is like a revelation, the warm squirt of his sweetness splashing against her throat, and it makes her green eyes water to hear him, feel him exploding inside. And when he is done he is gentle with her... smoothing her hair and draping smooth white shoulders in velveteen and fur. And she feels warm and safe. And as the sun begins to burn through the morning haze, she relents, tells him her story, of her miserly father, the price of her flesh... and of the decision to flee. He listens without speaking for some while, even as her words come to a gradual halt. "So," he says at last "you feel that certain death in a northern forest is preferable to life in a loveless marriage?" She colors. "You wouldn't understand!" "You're correct, young mistress," he says curtly, "I do not understand such foolishness." "The people in my village," she begins, blushing deeper... "they say there are mages housed in these woods, druids and other keepers of knowledge..." "And you seek to be like one of them, is that correct, mistress?" he asks her. "Yes, Master..." she confesses, avoiding his gaze. He is silent then for some time. At last he turns to her, "It is true that there is wisdom of a sort to be gleaned from those who people this forest: cures for aches, potions to send you to sleep... rune readers who may try to speak to your dead. It is rubbish." There is a look of ferocity growing in his blue eyes, and Heidi is aware of it... "True lore will never be learned from the deeds of men; power and wisdom comes from the earth and the gods and the struggle of the self!" He turns to her. "Is this the knowledge that you seek? Tell me, quickly!" Heidi pauses a moment; slowly nods her head. He looks at her, stares at her; there is an intense moment of dreadful scrutiny. "What are you?" he says at last. "There is something about you. I can tell. You are not wholly human-born." Heidi blanches, bites her lip before answering. "My mother was a huldra." She says at last. "She died when I was a child." Master Drake seems pleased by her answer, appraises her womanly body, the trill of her long hair in the morning breeze. "That is why you thirst for the knowledge of the ancients" he says. It is not a question. Master Drake turns his body toward her, has her massage the gentle bulge between his legs, finger the folds of his skin. "Well Huldra-born, I have a proposition for you" he begins at last, "a test to determine your aptness as a pupil..." Heidi waits. "You asked for my name... the name of my father.... You must guess it..." he begins. "This will show me if you have what it takes to truly study the old customs." He continues "Do you know what day this is, mistress?" Heidi nods. It was the day of her binding. "It is the first night off Winternight, Master" she replies. "It is indeed" he is pensive for a moment, staring off into the distant west, in the direction of the setting sun. "You will not be the only one of us charged with a task these Winternight, mistress" he says at last. "And I daresay my task will be more difficult than yours..." his voice trails off. He concludes, brusquely, setting the terms with resolve "You will serve me, mistress—during the day-- as it pleases me and as my needs may demand... for the next three days. In the twilight I will leave you to return each dawn. If you have served me well you may ask me one question at the start of each evening, to keep your thoughts occupied throughout the night. You must guess my name by the third dawn... and if you can I will teach you great secrets..." "Do you agree mistress" he asks her. "What if my guess is wrong Master?" "Then you had better come up with a better defense against the hiinsi" he tells her, before rolling her on her back and taking her round mouth once more. He possesses her many times on that first day, stuffing himself down her throat... and into her virgin cunt... cradling her supine body in the crèche of fallen, harvest leaves. Moving her past the first moments of terror, until her body is shaking with pleasure; his strong hands grasping the pinch of her waist, pulling her on him and over him, again and again. Her small hands pressing down upon his body as her lithe figure rides him, her pulsing cunt gripping him, his fingers groping her breasts and her clit. And as the sun rises overhead he leads her further into the woods, teaches her which berries are edible, which mushrooms to avoid, shows her how to make and mute a fire, to skin a squirrel for his supper, how to make him a soft bed of leaves and gorse. She is a deft learner who seeks to please, and she is responsive, and animated and it pleases him at times just to watch her, to see her in her blushing nakedness prepare his meals and serve him. To draw her to him when he needs her. But as the soft night draws nearer, he grows more distant, pensive as the sun begins his great descent. At last he turns to her, his features shrouded in shadow. "You have pleased me well today mistress. What is your question?" Heidi pauses, considering before carefully phrasing her response. "Master, it is known that the hiinsi are demon spawn, tamed only by the great works of man. Yet here in the wilderness where they are strongest, you tamed them with what appeared to be a fishwife's thread. You called it gleipnir. My question is: how did you come to possess the gleipnir that saved me from the hiinsi, Master?" Master Drake's face is obscured, so Heidi cannot see the sparkle in his keen, blue eyes. Does not know yet, how she pleases him already, with her artless ways, her feather-light body, the expanse of her inquisitive mind... "You have a good memory mistress" he begins. "Do you know what gleipnir is?" Heidi shakes her head. Master Drake clears his throat. "Gleipnir is rope that may only be wielded by its maker." Heidi is listening. Master Drake continues "To make gleipnnir you must weave together six impossible things...." He recites: "The sound of a cat's footfall, the roots of a mountain... the sinews of a bear and the spittle of a bird. The beard of a woman. The breath of a fish." "And you, you gathered all of these things Master, and bound them together?" and there is wonder in her voice and in her eyes as he answers simply. "Yes." Her voice is low as she replies "It appears that I am not the only one not wholly human-born." For an answer he rises, hoists his scabbard, his leather sling of supplies across his back, presses her mouth once, hard across his crotch, so that she may savor its strength and its smell before he releases her and disappears into the settling darkness. Alone under the silver slip of the moon, Heidi retreats to the little camp he had made for her, careful to stay among the runes and incantations he had set for her protection. She burrows her nakedness into the deep fur of her cloak, shrouds herself in a luxury of leaves, and under a canopy of pine trees slowly succumbs to sleep... where she dreams of cock and of a man who steals the breath of fish. She is roused shortly after midnight. There is a bite in the air... winter is surely on its way. He is there on top of her. She can barely make out the outline of his face. His hands are cold as he pulls her body from its slumber. His movements are jarring, and his need is great. He is tearing at her mouth with his tongue and teeth; his muzzle is prickly against her skin. His flesh is hard as it separates her legs, hard as it thrusts into the delicious warmth of her cunt... There is a chill in the air and on his breath and in the very tendons of his body that threatens to overpower her, that stiffens her nipples and the hairs on her neck. He cums inside her quickly, but he is not done, barely pauses in his urgency even as his pearly white seed comes spilling out of her trailing in wavy little lines down her legs. If anything, he is harder, driven by torments that cannot be seen, hoisting her on top of him, pushing her up and down, faster... harder... her breasts bumping together... the long strands of her hair begin to dampen from exertion and sweat pools along her neck and along the small of her back and along her thighs which straddle him, cradle his girth.... Plummet, at his insistence up and down... And then in his hunger, he is pushing her onto her back, couching himself between her breasts and on her neck and in her mouth so that it is difficult to breathe, to see, to smell anything but his sex. He wraps his fingers in the tangle of her hair, the color of cinnamon, of paprika, of sunsets at sea... stills her head so that in the dim light he can see the tumult in her eyes as she struggles for gulps of air... as he cums again inside her... like an exorcism of demons, he is coating her throat with his thick, sour, cream, filling her mouth before he collapses at her feet. When he wakes, it is mid-morning already. His body is sore with duress, but the cold that had numbed his body has largely left him... and he is hungry. He finds Heidi stooped over a small fire. She has prepared a light meal for him bathed and freshened herself in the river. He ignores the meal. This time he is gentle with her, feeding her his fingers to suck... Master Drake is lapping at her body, at her delta... reaching in his tongue to skirt her labia, to tickle her clitoris... to savor the sweet, musky scent of her pussy. He is fondling her breasts, teasing her nipples until they stand erect. And he is good at it. And she trembles in delight, her long, low moans escaping her body... as her legs wrap around him... as she cums and cums... as the day winds on. And after his sex has been sated and his stomach has been fed, she rests him, massaging his sore muscles, caressing his back, running her light fingers through the curly waves of his dark hair. And when he is comfortable he takes her again. Winter Nights And again. Until her tight, brown cunt is riddled with his seed and her throat is sore from use. And in the afternoon he comes to her aid, hunting and skinning a large hare, covering her body in his second shirt, gathering it around the pucker of her waist with a binding of gleipnir. The rough hewn, undyed fabric is scratchy against her skin. Over an evening meal of rabbit and cooked wild mushroom, she asks him for permission to ask her second question. "You may mistress" he replies, "after you have sucked my cock as hungrily as you have gobbled your supper!" She obeys him promptly, as she has grown to love his pleasure as much as her own, the act of serving his need. On her knees, by the merry fire, in his shirt, she sucks him 'til he cums. When he is done, when she is wiping the sticky sheen of his load off of her lips with the back of her hand, only then does he permit her to proceed. "You have pleased me well again today mistress, and been there for my need. What is your second question?" "Master Drake" she asks, her voice still thick with his taste. "Earlier today... I, I noticed that you have a... um... a scar... on your back. Will you tell me please, how it came to be, Master?" It is hard to say in the incoming darkness, but Heidi thinks she sees his face darken. Nonetheless he answers her. "The scar was given to me in a fight between me and my younger brother." After a moment he adds, "My brother's claws would put those of the hiinsi to shame... but that was a long time ago..." he trails off. "Did you win, Master?" she asks before she can stop herself, coloring at his rebuking glare. "YOU have asked enough for today." He says, but then, his voice softens somewhat, and he adds "My little brother Fen is known for his ferocity, mistress. If I had lost the fight, I would not be here answering your idle questions today." And as she ponders this new revelation, he saddles his supplies onto his broad shoulders and retreats into the night. Heidi's sleep is fitful though her body is weary from sex and survival. Her mind is racing with thoughts.... Images and stories whose meanings just elude her... and fragments of child's tales told to her by her mother... and her loins are restless too, provoked by her nudging fingers... so that her night is far from refreshing, troubled by things both known and unknown and her leafy bed is soon a mess with her movement. The minutes tick by endlessly, but midnight passes and he does not return... and gradually, gradually, her eyelids droop until finally she is fast asleep. He returns hours later, as the owls are beginning their final hunt. And she does not need the benefit of sight to know that there is madness in his eyes. He is jerking her out of her pallet, probing her with his freezing hands. She is on her hands and knees, still shrugging the sleep out of her eyes. She can feel his insistence beneath her, but he is passing over her moistening cunt, and she is suddenly startled and a little bit afraid. But he has no patience for her reservations. He is gripping his own shaft in his hand. She cannot see what he is doing. And he is stiff and hard. And the wind is eddying around them. And he is tending to his great need. Like a clap of Thor's thunder, he is inside her wriggling ass, forgoing any gentle introduction. Like a fist, he pushes into her, bending her muscles to fit his hunger... the great veins of his cock pushing aside her walls. And she cannot scream, for she has no breath, and he is deaf to anything but his demons. Her walls close around him like quicksand, the suction of her brown ass, the hot tropic of an arctic animal... And he is pushing into her, withdrawing only to push again and again... the three-fingered width of his cock spreading her open, stretching her ligaments... filling voids she did not know she had. And her eyes are refracting, her lips ripped apart at last with her plaintive cries... her pale body trembling in the first dew. Under the grove of pines, Heidi is stricken, feels her insides melting. He is stroking the cracking flesh of her ass, and the only thing that sustains her is the knowledge that she is filling his need. That her virgin ass is gripping him, sending seizures of pleasure to rack his body, now when he needs her, in a way that her mouth or even her wet-with-desire pussy never can. And he is cumming over and over, a maelstrom inside her, his milk-white seed gobbled like water in the desert sand. But he continues, fighting exhaustion, plumbing the twists of her body until at last her body relaxes, releases... feels the tensions ebb out of her body... unfurling like petals in spring. At last. Her helpless cries turn to a kitten purr, a suggestive invitation... her posterior, rising in his hands, rubbing against him pleasingly... and her ass is swallowing him in great gulps. And so he takes her that night... as the sun slowly rises, carving himself into her curves until his madness gradually melts away. Still, there is a pallor over the day, a malaise that lingers. A foreboding that fills her belly with doubt. She tends to him lavishly, doting on his needs, resting his weary, curling head in the luxury of her lap. Allowing him all the pleasures of her body, but as the day wears on, he becomes restless, so that when the evening eventually draws near she is afraid to ask her final question. Wearily he turns to her. "You have no need to worry mistress" he says. "You have pleased your Master today as best as any mortal could. You may ask your final question." She looks at him directly... although she is afraid. "Where do you go at night?" He sighs then, his back stoops with the weight of his burden, and for moments she fears he will not answer. "What night is this mistress?" "It is the last night of Winternight festival, Master." "You are correct, mistress. Do you know the lore of Winternight?" "I know it is a time when many rules are broken, Master." "Yes..." he muses, "It is, but there is more. It is a time when the gods... when the gods... will grant gifts to those who prove their worth... gifts of divination and other powers even greater... to those who can stay one night on a barrow during Winternight." "And that is what you have been doing all these nights..." she presses carefully. "Mistress I do not crave idle insight into petty mysteries..." he pauses as if catching his breath. "For two nights I have sat on the barrow of my father, though the demons test my soul. Tonight will be the last attempt afforded me. Are you satisfied with your answer then?" He has risen from her lap, prepared himself for his journey. She stands too. "No, Master." He turns. She swallows before she begins. "Master... although you have graciously told me many things about what you are doing each night, you have not answered my question, Master 'where do you go at night, my Lord?'" She could be mistaken, but she believes she catches the briefest of smiles flicker across his face. "My father's barrow lies to the south," he says, "where the sea snakes abide." And then he is gone. Heidi does not sleep that night at all. Instead, drawing her red cloak around her, pulling the fur lined hood over her head, she sits in the glimmering moonlight and thinks. There are wolves beying in the distance, but instead of being frightened, the howls trigger memories like mysteries... the thoughts swimming in and out of her head like mists on a lake... fen... and mountains... barrows and snakes and ... roots. Her mother's voice weaving bedtime stories out of the tales of deities.... the fragments of many dreams and many starless nights. Heidi's green eyes flicker in the darkness... lost in thought as the night-time hours tick away. And it is dawn, and still he has not returned. The sun is just visible in the uppermost branches of the Autumn trees when he creeps up on her at last, clasping her about the waist, dragging her to the forest floor. And now there is warmth coursing through his body and she is glad to have his scent around her, the smell of morning. And he presses his lips against her mouth, his tongue against her tongue, pinches the twist of her nipples until they ring with pleasure. On the first day of the winter months, he takes her, down on her knees, in her ass while his three fingers trouble her pussy... and the great tremors of energy roll down her body, stiffening her body with their current. His thumb mauls her clit, and he is tireless, and his eyes are gleaming a frosty blue. And she feels like she is sinking, sinking into Heaven, the wells of pleasure that contort her body that gobble up her mind... so that all that is left is need. And he is urging her on, and there is strength in his voice... and in his bones. "Beg me for it..." he tells her. But all she can say, between her panting breaths is one single word, repeated over and again... "more..." And he is pressing the tantrum of her clitoris, the sweet depths of her cunt. Her sweet ass belongs to him. And she is in a havoc. And he is cumming. Many times. "More..." her hoarse whisper is urgent. Her mouth is dry. He is stroking her with abandon, the seizures of her body grazing his flesh, the pleasure of her ass... the rhythm of her dangling breasts. Her long, white body huddled along the leaves... copper and orange and gold. And then in an instant it happens... a strangled little cry... a pop... a spray of moisture that soaks her thighs... before her body finally gives way. And so, he finally lets her rest, curled in the leaves at his side. And she dreams of wolves that whisper secrets and that snarl their name in the darkness of a snake pit...." So that when she wakens she is sure. She finds him by the brook; he has bathed and cleansed himself and his tools, his sword and his other implements. She approaches him. He is much taller than her, broad shouldered and dense... his long hair is shaggy with river water. But his blue eyes are calm... calm and deep with hard-earned knowledge. "Master..." she says simply. "I am ready." He turns to her. "So, you have discovered the secret of my name..." he is smiling. His smile gives her the courage to proceed. "Master" she begins. "Thrice you have permitted me to question you... and each time you have answered me truthfully. Though..." she adds thoughtfully "There were times I suspect you would have preferred another path..." her voice trails off. He looks at her expectantly. She takes a very deep breath. She is a clever woman. "Master, if it is true, then I guess... I guess that your name is the only thing about you that... is a lie..." He looks at her intently... and smiles. As she relaxes into his arms at last. "You are the son of Loki-Lie-smith, the father of Fenrir the wolf and the slayer of Baldr and Heimdalr, skywalker and birther of earthquakes... whose barrow lies on top of the venomous snake." And when he hears her name him, he laughs. Her craftiness delights him, and he pulls her close. There are secrets to share, but they will wait until morning... as he fucks her and fucks her... over and over... as her moans fill the forest and his cum soon coats her legs, as her throat grows sore from practice... and the Autumn day idly dwindles into a long and passionate Winter night.