14 comments/ 27820 views/ 25 favorites The Four Seasons By: MatthewVett Authors Note: A brief note about this story. A few paragraphs in, you're going to come across a few asterisks, like this: ****. At that point, the story splits into four different paths. You can either read them sequentially, or in whatever order you like. Each section is marked off by the **** mark, though. Enjoy! **** I stood at the cliff's edge, surveying the majestic scene before me. The sun was just starting to rise over some snow-tipped mountains in the distance, sunlight scintillating off icicles in the pines' branches. In the gorge in front of me was a wild river, rushing down the mountain. In the middle were Arcadian hills, punctuated with wildflowers emerging from their hibernation. It was beautiful. I sat down, took out my canvas and my paints, and began to capture the beauty of nature before me. I had come out for a weekend camping trip. I had planned to invite my girlfriend, but just before I was going to ask her, she had broken up with me, complaining that I focused too much on painting and nature and not enough on her. I was still devastated and was pouring myself into my work in an attempt to soothe my troubled soul. Still, I thought, lightly dabbing a green-covered brush against the canvas, bringing trees into existence, she wasn't entirely wrong. Even from my childhood, I had always loved to capture the world. I had started with crayons and moved to pencils and photography before discovering that painting was my true passion. It let me capture so much more than just the physical beauty of what lay before me, but its inner beauty as well. The beauty of a contented landscape, a part of the Earth that was entirely perfect as it was. The world in its own beauty, free of mankind's designs upon it, free of the chains he laid down. What human woman could compare to the beauty of the mountains and springs, of the forests and fields, of the seasons? A sudden breeze erupted behind me, blowing my canvas out of my hands and down into the gorge below. I peered over the edge, watching its flight until it splashed into the gray waters below. "I got his attention for you, sister. Now what?" said a bored, monotone voice in the wind. "My thanks to you," replied a voice full of sincere affection. "What is your name, young artist?" "Me?" I looked around, trying to find the source of the voices, but I was only surrounded by trees and rocks. "My name is Matthew. Who are you?" What are you, I wondered to myself... A deep, languid voice answered, "We'll get around to that, Matthew, but first my sisters and I have a question for you." "Yes? What is it?" I asked cautiously. Whoever these women were, or at least, they sounded like women, I would only learn more by playing their games for now. A girl giggled. "We all just adore your love of nature, and we can see how hurt your poor heart is, so we were thinking we should help you and we thought you should get to choose so we came to ask you, what's your favorite season, Matthew? Make sure you answer truthfully..." "Well," I began, thinking hard. This question seemed to carry a bit more weight than when people usually asked me which season I preferred. It was hard to decide. I loved the purity and freshness of winter, I enjoyed the heat and freedom of summer, I admired the colors and the providence of autumn, and I adored the vitality and life of spring. But, I supposed, if I absolutely had to choose, "I think my favorite is... **** ...spring." "Everyone picks spring," said that bored voice sardonically. "Well that's because it's so welcoming and inviting and warm and fertile!" bubbled the talkative voice. "Can you really blame everyone?" "Yes, I can," she replied with a hmph. "Well, let's get started!" cheered the bubbly voice, her sentence punctuated by a sudden wind. Green leaves stirred up, flying through the air, whirling around me. I felt like I was at the center of a tornado. They blocked the sky and the sun itself, cloaking me in shadow. The wind picked up and the leaves battered my face, forcing me to protect my face with my arm. I clenched my eyes tightly, and suddenly the wind dissipated. I lowered my arm hesitantly and looked around. The gorge was gone. I didn't know where I was now. I was surrounded by bucolic hills, smooth, rolling mounds, covered in lush, verdant grass. The sky was blue with a few clouds in the sky. Every so often a fresh breeze, almost a cool kiss, blew against me. The trees were dotted with trees bursting with warm colors, their flowers in full bloom. "Isn't it just beautiful?" said a voice by my ear. I whirled around surprised to face this new girl. Her hair was auburn and sleek, flowing down past her shoulders, cascading like a waterfall down to her full, ample breasts. Her eyes were brilliant emeralds, shining green in the sunlight. Her skin wasn't dark, but had a healthy tinge of color. Her smile was broad and bold, her teeth shining white. Her dimples were adorable, giving her an air of innocence. But I found it hard to focus on her face once I saw her body. She was entirely nude, her only modesty provided by her red hair covering her massive, heavy, firm breasts. She also wore a necklace of dandelions, but they covered nothing. Her breasts were huge, the size of her head, but still proud and high. Her nipples, poking between her auburn hair, were a light pink, soft and delicate. Her waist was narrow and her hips were wide; she looked like a fertility goddess. I could easily imagine primitive cultures worshipping a body like hers. Her thighs were thick and strong. Between her legs was a wispy red patch of hair, barely hiding her tight, soft, delicate pussy. "Who are you?" I asked, startled but pleasant surprised by this nude visitor. I could already feel my boxers tightening against my roused manhood. "I'm Primavera!" she announced, enveloping me in a hug, her massive breasts crushing me in a marshmallow heaven. She looked up at me and asked, "And you're Matthew, right?" "Uh, ya," I said, a bit flattered that this gorgeous young woman knew who I was. "Aren't you cold in your, um, outfit?" "But it's so warm out! The sun is shining, birds are singing, flowers are blooming...how could I be cold?" she asked, gesturing around her. "Isn't it just wonderful?" Well if she was comfortable, I sure as heck wasn't about to force her to put on clothing. "Ya, it's great," I agreed. "The flowers are especially beautiful. I was just admiring that grove of trees over there," I said, pointing a few hills away. She gasped in excitement. "Oh, those are my favorites! Well, all the trees here are my favorites, but those are some of my most favorite favorites! It's so great that you like them, too! Let's go see them, OK?" she said, grabbing my hand. She looked down and pouted. "Oh, but you should take off your shoes first. It feels so much better barefoot. I just hate wearing shoes and socks and sandals and pants and bras and tops...they're all uncomfortable, really, I don't know how my sisters stand them," she said, the list pouring from her mouth as she counted items off on her fingers. I took off my shoes and socks, but decided to keep the rest on for a while. "You're going to wear all that? Well," she shrugged, "they'll come off eventually. But whatever, now you're ready!" she cheered, taking my hand in hers and running off, dragging me along. The soil was soft and yielding beneath my feet, the grass thick and fresh between my toes. It was like being a kid again, running through the park with my friends, cashing after girls who would become my first crushes, those early puppy loves. We reached the trees and I stared around me in wonder. Their branches were heavy with pink flowers, which the wind was blowing off the branches, sending them spiraling through the air around me, dancing like ballerinas in the breeze. The flowers on the tree flocked the sky like massive, colorful clouds. "Oh, they're here!" Primavera said, waving at the trees. Weird girl, I thought...was she expecting the trees to wave back? Or maybe she was expecting them to make like trees, and leaf! Hah-WHUMP! A body suddenly fell out of the tree in front of me, landing on her hands and knees. "Are you oka-" I began, when someone else hit me from above, knocking me to the ground. "Mfmmfffmf," I muffled. I opened my eyes, revealing a firecrotch inches from my eyes, a girl's soft pussy covering my mouth. "Owwwww," whined the girl on top of me. Her hair was a fiery red, curly and long, reaching down past her shoulders. Her skin was pale and her cheeks and upper chest were covered in freckles. Her milky skin was soft as silk and she was light on my chest. She was a little thin, and her chest wasn't nearly as large as Primavera's, but she was a beautiful woman. Her breasts were hidden by a pair of bright blue flowers that rested gingerly upon her breasts, suspended by a thin wire. Her eyes were an otherworldly violet, large and sensual. She looked down at me with a sheepish grin and said, "I'm sorry about that. I lost my balance. Are you OK?" "Mmffmfmff," I replied. She grabbed her crotch with both hands and moaned. "Please don't move your mouth so much..." she sighed, "It feels too good..." I grabbed her silky soft thighs and pushed her down my chest an inch. "Ya," I repeated, "I'm fine. Are you hurt?" "No, I'm OK," she said. "Oh, right, I'm Flora, nice to meet you, and that's my sister Botanica," she said, pointed to the girl who had landed softly, almost catlike, a moment before. I turned my neck to look at her. If her sister Flora were a leprechaun, red hair and Irish looks, Botanica was elven. Her hair, curled into tight ringlets and spirals, was platinum blonde and went down to her shoulders. Her eyes were dark green and serious, her lips thin and impassive. Green ferns covered her breasts and pubis, like a children's book Eve. She was as pale as her sister, but lacked her freckles. Her skin almost glowed with an ethereal beauty. Her chest was flat as well, but almost entirely hidden by the ferns she was wearing. I had to guess the two sisters were 19 or so, still full of youth and vitality. "How are you, Botanica?" asked Primavera. "I hope you didn't hurt yourself because I've fallen out of that tree before and it hurt when I landed. Are you hurt?" "I'm fine, mom," Botanica replied. "Who's this?" she asked, looking me up and down. Mom? Primavera looked only a few years older than the sisters. How was that possible? "This is Matthew, our special guest," explained Primavera. "He's an artist, and your aunts and I just wanted to give him a little treat." A brown rabbit came over, interrupting her and hopping up to Primavera, who coddled it in her arms. "Awww, it looks like we have another guest, although I think our first one is a bit cuter," she commented, winking at me. I laughed. "I'm not sure, he's pretty cute," I said, petting his soft fur as the lucky rabbit nuzzled up against Primavera's full breasts, my fingertips happily stealing grazes against Primavera's nubile flesh. "You like bunnies?" she asked. "I love them" I confessed. "They're adorable." "I'll have to remember that," she said slyly, holding up a single finger to her lip and chin as she stared upwards into the middle distance, planning something. "So why else do you like bunnies? You know what they're famous for, don't you?" she said, eyeing my salaciously. I blushed a bit. "Well they're great mathematicians, from what I hear. If there's one thing rabbits know how to do, it's multiply," I laughed, quoting an old joke. "I bet you're a great mathematician!" gushed Flora with a lascivious wink. "Maybe we should find out," suggested Botanica. "Oh, that sounds perfect," agreed their mother. "Can you help us out, honey?" "I'm always prepared," replied her blonde daughter, who was suddenly holding a coiled-up vine and sporting a mischievous grin. "What?" I asked, but it was too late. The three of them pinned me down quickly and covered my eyes, and soon I felt my limbs restrained tightly by vines. I was blind and helpless, utterly and entirely at their mercy. I felt a weight on my chest as someone straddled me. "Let's get rid of these," said Botanica, and I felt cold steel against my chest as a knife cut through my sweater, then the feeling on my pants and boxers being ripped off. "Oh my," exclaimed Primavera. "It's as red as a carnation," said Flora. "And as thick as a redwood," commented Botanica. "As beautiful as a rose." "And as hard as an oak." I blushed and bit my lip, straining against the vines. I was flattered that these three women were so hungry for my cock, so complimentary towards my manhood. I had never been in a situation like this. My teeth were tingling in anticipation of whatever was going to happen next. Everything was suspense. Where would their next touch, their next kiss, their next caress land? Their hands caressed my body, weaving and wandering. I couldn't keep track of who was where. Two hands began working my shaft, another massaged my balls. Yet more rubbed my chest. Lips kissed my lips, my chest, my thighs. Tongues caressed my body. I felt the weight of Primavera's massive breasts on my thighs, and then my cock was enveloped by a moist warmth and she sucked and slurped, fellating me while her daughters continued their teasing. She held me tightly in her mouth, putting her tongue and throat to good use. The sensations were incredible as she massaged my cock with her mouth, her tongue swirling and dancing around my thick shaft. I felt her nipples harden against my sensitive thighs, and as I kissed one of her daughters, I ached for release. The twin pleasures of my lips against hers and my cock being sucked were too much. I couldn't resist. And then with a hot gasp Primavera released my dick from her mouth, and it was briefly abandoned. I felt her shifting position on top of me, mounting me, lowering her tight pussy onto my thick, aching cock. I slipped inside of her, and she began to thrust me in and out of her, moaning and panting. Her daughters caressed me, massaging my body while their mother had her way with me, making love to me, inviting my manhood to release itself inside her, and I could only oblige. The pleasure built. I bucked my hips, forcing myself deeper and deeper into her. Primavera moaned my name as I felt my whole body quiver and spasm, gushing cum into her wet, awaiting pussy. Primavera slowed down, coming to an exhausted halt. I felt the restraints removed from my arms and legs, and the blindfold torn from my face. I looked up into Primavera's blushing face, who pulled me up from the ground with a smile. She looked sad for some reason. "What's wrong? Didn't you enjoy it?" I asked. "Did I do something wrong?" "No, not at all. But here," said Primavera, "take this. We made it for you. It's something to keep, since you have to go now." She placed a necklace around my neck. I looked down at it, taking it in my hand. It was a simple carving of a rabbit, made from dark wood. "Thank you, it's beautiful. But do I really have to go so soon?" "Yes," she said simply, her eyes glistening with held-back tears. "But now you have a reminder of us, and I," she said, holding her lower abdomen lovingly, "have a reminder of you." "What?" I asked, confused. Did she really mean...? She smiled. "Well spring is the most fertile season, after all. Good luck, Matthew. Take care." She kissed my forehead and stepped back, and the wind picked up and leaves blew around me once again. I closed my eyes to shield them, and when I opened them again, I was back at the gorge. My canvas lay at my feet, a painting of Primavera, Botanica, and Flora had been done on it by another's hand. I clasped at my neck, and felt the reassuring presence of the rabbit necklace. So it had been real... I collected my stuff and went home immediately, wondering what had happened. And ever since then, spring has felt warmer and more welcoming. I notice every flower and budding tree. But most interesting of all is what the rabbits do. They all love the rabbit necklace Primavera gave me; it attracts them like catnip. They visit me in my garden, sometimes bringing little gifts, some rare, buried coins they've found, some centuries old, giving me trinkets like I'm a parent they're trying to please. Sometimes I wonder who's commanding them all, and I know I'll meet her one day. **** ...summer." The talkative voice that had just spoken piped in: "Oh, how lucky you are, sis! That's so great! I wish I had been chosen, but have a great time!" "I'm sure we will," replied the deep voice, sounding like she was ready to yawn. "Are you ready?" As she finished talking, the sun began to get brighter and brighter. I could scarcely see. I covered my eyes with my hand, trying to see something, but the entire landscape had turned scorching white around me. I shut my eyes tightly, but a bright red still shone through my eyelids. And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the sun dimmed and returned to normal. I blinked my eyes open and saw that I had been transported away from the gorge. I was on a beach of fine, white sand. In front of me was a vast expanse of smooth, turquoise ocean beneath a deep blue sky, decorated with a few puffy clouds. I looked around the beach. It was about a hundred feet in width, after which the landscape turned to tropical jungle, a veritable verdant mountain rising above the pale sand. Through it ran a small river that emptied into the ocean. I decided to explore and walked over to the river. I got down on my knees and looked into the water. I could see some small fish, and some insects flying over the surface of the water, and...I squinted...a woman behind me? Startled, I turned over and faced her. The first thing I noticed was her height. She had to have been six feet tall. The second thing I noticed was how much of her I could see. Her chocolate brown skin was almost entirely revealed. She wore only a smile and a canary yellow sling bikini: two thin strips of fabric ran from either side of her neck down, just barely thick enough to cover her areolae entirely, before meeting at her crotch and hiding what I imagined was an exceptionally beautiful pussy. Her firm, large breasts strained the fabric, threatening to push it aside and expose themselves at any moment. Her hard nipples showed through the fabric, making it almost worthless. I could feel myself getting stiff just from her swimsuit... I was finally able to tear my gaze away from her chest and look at the rest of her. Her legs were long and toned, and her feet were dusted white from the sands. Her body was wiry but muscular, with narrow hips. Her breasts (I couldn't keep my eyes off of them forever, could I?) were proud, pointing slightly upwards, and big enough to fill my hands perfectly. Her neck was elegant, her shoulders a bit broad. Her hair was jet black and was combed into a thick afro about four inches deep. Her smile was wide and her pink lips, currently impassive, were thin. Her eyes were big and black, and her lids were slightly closed, giving her a sensual appearance. "Who are you?" I asked, struggling between my arousal and my suspicion. Even if this mysterious woman were here to hurt me, I probably wouldn't resist if only her swimsuit would fall off first... "Call me Kaskazi," she said in a sultry, deep voice with a thick African accent. "Welcome to my beach." She held out a hand to me to lift me up. "Thanks. This place is beautiful," I gushed, trying to keep my eyes on hers. "Um, where are we?" "My home," she said, gesturing around her. "You'll like it here, I think. We can go swimming, and sunbathe, and swim, and maybe have some popsicles, and then later we can swim if you want." The Four Seasons of Sex Louise, Stephanie and I made a date to attend Louise's favorite symphony together, Vivaldi's 4 seasons with Nigel Kennedy as guest solo violinist. The night was magical; the girls were absolutely stunning together. They were dressed to indulge me in long elegant gowns, expensive hosiery, revealing lingerie, sparkling jewelry, and 5 inch stiletto pumps. My cock ached for them. Louise wore a steel blue gown of shiny silk that was ankle length. Her tight bodice hugged her tiny waist, fitted just so to show off her smooth shiny cleavage and hard nipples, she looked a picture of pure sensuality. The flowing skirt swirled around her sexy silken legs and smooth black Patten pumps as she made her way up the grand staircase to the foyer. She kept her fur coat draped over her free arm, she looked incredible and very elegant. Stephanie was decked out in a shimmery black satin gown with a pencil skirt and tight low cut halter bodice. Her bulging cleavage held her chunky necklace in gorgeous relief against her smooth white skin. She moved slowly and elegantly confined in the pencil skirt her heels clicking against the wooden floors. In a certain light you could just make out her garter belt beneath the gorgeous dress. I walked between them holding them up as we made our way to a front row balcony above the orchestra. I was the envy of the row behind as the two kept me between them and never let go of me for the entire evening. The music moved Louise's emotions to tears on several occasions and near orgasm at other parts. She griped my upper arm and squeezed her legs tight together during the allegro of summer; she closed her eyes at the crescendo and orgasmed. Stephanie rubbed my upper thigh as Louise came back to us from her erotic high we were so pleased to be with her sharing these moments of ecstasy. We were all hyper eager to fuck by the time we got back to our comfortable home in the country. Louise and Stephanie managed an orgasm each as I drove them back from the concert, stretched out in the back seat licking each others pussies the whole way back filling the night air with their cries of mutual orgasm. Louise couldn't stay with us that night but wanted us to do something for her in the future. She loves Vivaldi's music so much; could we choreograph a session for her based on the music of the 4 seasons. She wants to be penetrated 4 times and she wants to be able to cum each time, all of it in real time to the symphony. Stephanie was very excited and promised her that her dreams would be realized. We kissed and caressed Louise before she departed, I longed to please her but it was not to be tonight. As her silk fell from my fingers she waved goodbye and disappeared in a flurry of heels, fur and rustling garments. Stephanie and I had the most amazing time after she left, both of us high with erotic tension. I escorted her to our private bedroom and took my silk tie and bound her wrists. I pulled her to the bed post and pushed her back against the steel upright fixing her bangled arms above her head. My fingers traced down her naked arms and unlatching the back of her halter top slowly peeling it from her exposing her gorgeous naked tits. Her enhanced breasts stood out as the nipples went rigid at my teasing. I kissed and fondled them while my fingers found her tiny zipper that held the skirt portion of the gown. I slipped it down and pushed the satin garment into a swirl of fabric twisted around her 5 inch stilettos. The smooth glossy satin of her wide garter belt met my lips as I slid down her gasping tummy in search of her long swollen clit. I found it pushing through her shiny labia, smooth soft and tasting of her fragrance. She always has her pubis shaved smooth and sweet smelling, she is very aware of her sexuality and loves to heighten her desires any way possible. Pulling down the matching satin thong to her knees I sucked her entire pussy into my mouth forcing my tongue along the slippery slit and twisting her long clit around the tip of my tongue. She forced her cunt against my face holding her breath as her liquid pleasure soaked my mouth. I drank her in, sucking hard on her lips as my hands pulled on her garters pushing my face against her thrusting pelvis. I sucked and kissed her until her screams and bucking body filled my mouth with her orgasmic pleasure. She stood panting and twisting as we kissed hard sharing her sweet cum with her luscious red lips, her erect nipples were next as I squished her cum over her tight hard tits then her arm pits felt my flat wet tongue as I teased her until she fell against her bound wrists. I pulled my enormous erection from my tight slacks and turned her around on her 5 inch stilettos her arms slid down the post until her hungry cunt lie open, swollen, and shiny in the flood light above us. I always love watching the large purple head of my cock slide past the tight smooth skin of her upside down cunt. I push the 9 inch curved phallus deep into her until I feel her hard clit press against my smoothly shaven balls. She thrusts back into me taking me deep as her long satisfied moan slips past her pouting lips. I fuck her with long slow thrusts with her jamming me deep at the bottom of my stroke. She has small orgasms each time her hands grip the steel post until her knuckles match the color of her french manicure. She throws back her hair onto her flat back and throws her body against me. I grip her waist with the same desires rising in my loins. We unite in orgasm I pull my long cock from her wet hot slit and stroke the shaft nursing the slippery cum with my erupting head up and down her gorgeous swollen slit. She falters on her heels with each pass over her wet clit as orgasm after orgasms flows through her straining legs. Her garters bite into her milky skin as her body pushes around the orgasmic rushes. The Four Seasons I laughed. "Well why don't we start with some popsicles, I'm a little hot." "I'll go grab some," she said, pulling out a cooler I would swear hadn't been there before she showed up. "What's your favorite flavor?" she asked me. "I'm sure I have it." "Umm...I guess strawberry?" I ventured, regretting it as soon as I saw her look of disgust. "Such a boring flavor? Will that really satisfy you? Why not coconut and mango? Or pistachio cheesecake? Or Bavarian cream, raspberry, and fudge? It even has real bits of fudge in it!" she exclaimed. "Okay okay, I'll try that...last one. Batavian creamy whatever," I said, eager to appease her. "I've never met someone so into popsicles..." She dipped into the cooler and pulled out a wrapped popsicle for me, smiling. "Well they're part of my domain. Besides, aren't they just perfect? A nice little bit of cool relief that tastes great, too? I think I'll have...strawberry-basil," she decided, pulling out a second popsicle for herself. "Not to mention it's the perfect shape," she added, unwrapping her dessert. I unwrapped mine as well and gave it a few cursory licks. It was pretty good, I had to admit. Very creamy and rich, with just the right amount of sour raspberry and bittersweet dark chocolate fudge. "How are you enjoying yours?" I began to ask, but as soon as I looked, I knew the answer. She was ravaging her dark red popsicle, sliding it in and out of her lips, its juices running down her chin and into the sand. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy as she sucked and licked the long, cold shaft, suckling it tip, then thrusting its whole length deep into her throat. I sat transfixed, watching her fellate her snack, feeling my cock rising within my boxers, jealous of the lucky popsicle. I could hear her slurping loudly, wondering whether her skills could be brought to bear on other shafts... Unable to resists its allure anymore, Kaskazi took the entire popsicle into her mouth, pursed her lips together, and sucked the entire popsicle off its stick. She moaned while she mulled it over in her mouth, before swallowing the entire load. "Wow. I, uh, I guess you really liked it, huh?" I commented. She wiped the juice off her lips with the back of her hand and replied, "Mhmmm. How was yours?" she asked. I looked down in the sand where I had dropped it while watching her suck off her popsicle. "It was really good, but I accidentally dropped it. I guess it was too...slippery?" I offered. "Oh well, we can have more later if you want," she said. "I'm tired now, though...want to sunbathe?" she asked. "Sure, but I don't really have a suit or anything." "Just wear your underwear. ...You are wearing underwear, right?" she suggested. "Of course I am!" I countered. "Good, then take off everything else and join me!" she said, scampering off across the sands, searching for the best spot. "I thought she was tired," I said to myself, but I assented and took off my clothes besides my boxers, folding them neatly and leaving them on the sand. Kaskazi was relaxing in the sand, facedown, revealing the rest of her body. The back of her swimsuit was as skimpy as the front, a thong behind splitting into two thin straps that led up to both sides of her neck. Her ass was nicely rounded and thicker than I would have guessed from her hips. She patted the sand beside her. "It's too hot out, take a siesta. You'll feel better afterwards, I promise," she said. I wasn't certain how easily I'd get to sleep with her next to me, but I decided to do as she asked. If I woke up first, I could always try to slip a peek at those fantastic breasts... I laid down on my stomach, the warm sand like a cozy blanket, and closed my eyes. As I slept, I dreamt. A beautiful Asian girl walked out of the mist and grabbed me, pulling me to her lips. Her skin was pale, her eyes a deep glacier-blue. Her sleek black hair went down to the top of her chest. Her eyes looked cruel, her lips dismissive. Our clothes dissipated in the air and I felt her pebble-hard nipples poking urgently against my chest. Her breasts were small and pert. I could feel her bare pussy against me. I couldn't speak. But she could. "I don't like being refused, Matthew," she said. "I'm going to have you one way or the other." I fell backwards, my limbs paralyzed. She took my cock roughly between her lips and began to suck me off, using her hand to stroke the base of my shaft while she licked and suckled the head of my cock. Once I had gotten fully erect, she released me from her mouth. She gripped it tightly. "This looks hard enough," she said to herself, and lifted her body onto mine, guiding my cock inside her. I couldn't move. I couldn't resist. I could only watch as this woman took me, riding me like I was a dumb animal, uninterested in my own feelings, only concerned with her own pleasure. She rubbed her breasts, panting, masturbating herself as she used me. My cock was only a warm dildo to her. My own pleasure built as she rode me. She moved faster and faster. My shaft felt incredible, as though it were being stroked inside her. Her pussy clenched around me as she orgasmed, moaning loudly, and the delectable pleasure of it pushed me over the edge, as I felt myself release inside her. She panted, exhausted from her orgasm. She leaned down and pinched my cheek roughly. "Next time, think about your answers, Matthew." She gave me a gentle slap and vanished into white steam, leaving me alone, covered in my own semen. It must have been a dream, but it felt so real. I was overcome with exhaustion, and closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes again, the sun was low in the sky, sinking beneath the sea, casting a rosy glow over the whole landscape. I looked over and saw Kaskazi reclining on the sand. "Kaskazi? Where's your swimsuit?" I asked, staring at her bare, beautiful, brown breasts. While I was sleeping, she had stripped entirely. "Oh I got rid of it. I didn't want any tan lines. I didn't think you'd want any, either," she explained, "so I got rid of yours, too." I looked down at myself and tried to cover up with both hands. Kaskazi laughed, deeply and strongly. "Don't worry, Matthew. I already saw everything anyway. There's no point in hiding it now. You must have been having a pretty good dream, though. You made quite the mess, I had to clean you up..." she said, smirking, licking her lips. I blushed. "Sorry, that-" "Oh, no need to apologize, it was my pleasure. And to be honest, it might have been my fault...you just looked like you needed a bit of extra help, so I..." she giggled, reliving the memory. I wondered what exactly she had done, but she continued. "But now that you're up, how about we go for a swim? I've been dying for one but you've been asleep until now." "Sure," I said, happy for anything that would change the conversation. She ran into the surf and turned around, beckoning me to join her. I stood up and chased after her, tackling her playfully into the waves. The warm water felt incredible against my bare skin and I wondered why people had ever invented swimsuits to begin with. It was so much better going au natural. And Kaskazi and I were frolicking so much it was easy for me to cop a feel here and there, playing it off as accidental. We splashed in the waves until the sun set, when I suddenly saw a lime-green flicker in the distance. "Kaskazi? What is that?" I asked, pointing towards the forest. "Those are the fireflies," she explained. "They put on a show for me every night. Let's watch it," she said, pulling me by the hand out of the water, walking me onto the sand and sitting me down, nestling herself between my legs. She wiggled about, making herself comfortable, grinding teasingly against my rapidly stiffening cock. I reached around and grabbed her breasts and was rewarded by a satisfied gasp as the show began. We watched the river that ran through the forest as the fireflies started their light show. Bright greenish yellow lights blinked on and off, floating above the surface of the water, looking like a funeral parade of ghosts carrying their lanterns. After a few minutes, the fireflies began to synchronize, and instead of random patterns, more and more lights began to flash together. Eventually, the entire horde were flashing on and off at the same time, looking like a sky full of Christmas lights synced up together. I had never seen anything like it. "It's beautiful," I said admiringly. "It is," Kaskazi agreed, turning around to kiss me deeply. I kissed her back and turned her around on my lap so she was facing me. She wrapped her legs around me and moved onto my neck and ears, licking and nibbling me, running her hands over my chest. I could feel her pussy moistening against my hard cock, eagerly rising against her. I squeezed and massaged her breasts, gently pinching her hard nipples between my fingers. I pushed her back onto the snow white sand and positioned myself over her, gazing into her dark eyes. "Do it," she cooed. I nodded silently, and slipped myself inside her. Her tight pussy enveloped me, gripped me. She moaned loudly as I thrust myself into her. I lowered myself onto my elbows and nibbled her neck while I rhythmically made love to her. Her hips bucked, trying to take me deeper and deeper into her. "Take me" she moaned, and I gripped her wrists in my hands, pressing her into the sand, fucking her hard. I bit her neck hard, tasting a bit of blood. She screamed in delight and I could feel her pussy contract around my thick shaft. Her moans and screams intermingled into a single cry as she orgasmed in my grip. I thrust faster and faster and felt my own end nearing. I felt a wave of pleasure rising in my loins, and I penetrated her as deep as I could go, eager to release inside her. My cock spasmed inside her, and my cum gushed out of her, dripping onto the sands beneath us. I collapsed exhausted on top of her and she wrapped her arms around me, sighing contentedly. When I woke up, Kaskazi was sitting near me with a jar and the sun was rising over the forest behind us. "Here," she said, presenting me with the jar, "a reminder of our time together." I looked in it and saw a tiny firefly clinging to the glass. "Thank you," I said smiling. "But do I have to go? We've had so much fun, haven't we?" "We do," she said, kissing my forehead. "Even the best summer vacation comes to an end, after all." And with that, the sky went white as the sun burst into light. I closed my eyes and turned around and after a few moments, I hesitantly opened my eyes again, seeing grass under my feet. I looked up and saw that I was back at my campsite, my canvas near my feet, a painting of the beach on it. I went back home and brought my little firefly with me, keeping him as a pet. I named him Mister Flickers. He's now eight years old, and probably immortal. Fireflies never used to live near me, but every summer night, Mister Flickers turns on his light, and his flock comes to join him, conducting their luminal symphony in my yard. And as I watch, I remember that day Kaskazi and I spent together. And when I go to the beach, or drive by the ocean, I can hear her laughter amongst the crash of the waves, and see her smile in the sunlight. **** ...autumn." "Of course he chooses the youngest. Men always chase after youth like lost puppies," said the monotone voice from before with a dismissive air. "Don't start anything, big sister, she deserves her fun for all she gives," replied the deep voice. "Go enjoy yourself, Nunnowwa, we'll wait for you, little sister." "Thank you very much, sisters, and thank you, Matthew. Now then, let's begin..." said that sincere voice, who must be Nunnowwa. And with that, the wind picked up, swirling around me. From nowhere came leaves, red, orange, yellow, brown, whirling around me until all I could see was a menagerie of colors. I covered my eyes with my arm, and shortly after, the howl of the wind ceased, and I cautiously lowered my arm, revealing a brand-new landscape before me. In place of the hills and gorges I had left, I was in an autumn forest. Not the sort of weak, young thing you find out in the suburbs, but a deep, primeval forest. The trees' trunks were wider than the breadth of my outstretched arms, and looked older than Adam. For all I knew, they were. Their branches were heavy with foliage, ambers and scarlets and crimsons and saffron lay both above me and below, for the forest's floor was thick with fallen. The thick canopy overhead kept out all but a few rays of sunlight that pierced the shadows, illuminating the land below. I reached out to touch one of the trees, and as my fingers reached its trunk, a voice called out behind me. "Welcome, Matthew, to my kingdom. Do you like it?" I turned around to face Nunnowwa. Her skin was a combination of cinnamon and cocoa. Her cheekbones were proud and tinged with rouge. Her cheeks each had two thick lines of red and white paint, angled diagonally from her sinuses to her jaw, with a bit of space between them. Her broad, white smile was bordered by thick, deep pink lips. Her chocolate brown hair was free and wild in the back, but on the sides was done in two long braids that reached down to her chest, decorated with what I first thought were beads, but later realized were painted acorns and nuts, collected from her massive forest. She wore a band across her forehead, a dark green with a carnelian red zigzag running through it. In her hair were three tall, narrow leaves standing erect, one a dark red, one a deep gold, and the last a vibrant orange. Her eyes startled me, though: a bright red, flecked with gold, orange, and brown. I had never seen anyone with such eyes before, yet somehow I knew they were entirely natural. She looked to be about twenty or so in age, and I guessed from her appearance and apparel that she was Amerindian. I wondered whether she was from one of the local tribes before stopping myself. Obviously I wasn't anywhere I knew, and none of the local tribes had anything like a kingdom. She wasn't wearing much, but it covered everything important. She was barefoot and I could see a bit of dirt on her feet from the walk outside. Her strong, long, brown legs were entirely bare. At her waist wrapped a band of beige fabric, and a loincloth of the same color draped over her front and back, extending halfway out to her thighs, leaving her wide hips bare. The loincloth was dyed with reds and oranges, making geometric designs like those on her head band, and the bottom of both sides was fringed. Her top was similar, made of the same fabric with the same designs, and wrapped around her chest from below her underarms to near the bottom of her breasts. Along its lower edge was more fringing, like that on her loincloth. It was only about four inches or so wide, and just barely managed to do its job. Both above and below the fabric, the swell of her breasts was visible. I thought, and prayed, they would pop out as soon as she began to walk. She looked to be around a C cup. Her breasts were pert and proud, jiggling hypnotically with each step. Tightly wrapped around her neck was a necklace made from acorns and nuts like the ones in her braids, and punctuated with colorful leaves reaching down towards her breasts. Her abs were well-defined and her arms had a wiry strength. Her arms were bare except for two wraps of cloth around her elbows, made of the same beige and dyed design as the rest of her clothing. I must have been distracted by her dangerously exposed bosom, because she had to call to me again. "Matthew? Are you alright?" Snapped out of my hypnosis, I replied, "Yes, I'm fine. I was just lost in your...eyes. And your kingdom is beautiful. I've never seen a forest like this. These trees must be ancient..." I looked up one's trunk to the sky. "They must be a hundred feet tall." She suddenly leaped forward and embraced me tightly. "Thank you, I just knew an artist like yourself would appreciate it!" she said. I could feel the insistent pressure of her breasts against my chest, and her weight against my crotch. I knew if I didn't start thinking about something else, she would soon feel an insistent pressure against her own body... "So, um, where do you live...Nunnowwa, right?" She smiled and nodded. "Very good. Yes, my name in Nunnowwa, and I live here in the forest, but you might be more comfortable in a small cabin I have. Would you want to visit it with me?" she asked. "I'd love to," I said. I could only imagine what kind of house this young woman would have. I wish I had brought my paints with me, this forest would have been a pleasure, no, an honor, to paint. "Alright, follow me, then. I know the way through the woods," she said, and walked off in what to me was a random direction, no different from the rest. As I watched her walk, I noticed a curious thing. She must have been creating a draft as she walked or something, but when she walked through the leaves, they would follow her for a few feet, as though blown by a breeze I couldn't feel, or tugged by strings I couldn't see. Following her was a small parade of leaves, dancing after her, chasing her like children after their mother. The woods were dimly light, but still vibrantly colorful. Leaves slowly rained down around us, gliding and twisting in the air as they came to rest beside their older brothers and sisters already arrived. I almost walked into trees a few times, distracted by the play of light and shadow, color and darkness going on around me. And I almost walked into trees a few times watching the swinging bottom of the Indian princess in front of me, as her loincloth didn't cover very much. Her ass was firm and large, and her hips swelled out as well. The cloth wasn't very wide, either, maybe only six inches, so there was a lot to take in... I had to hold back my hand a few times to keep myself from spanking her ass so hard she'd fall over. But god was I tempted... Suddenly the sky opened up and golden sunlight poured down from the heavens. The forest suddenly ended, and as I caught up to Nunnowwa, I saw before us a large lake, almost perfectly circular. "This lake is a crater, formed hundreds of years ago," explained Nunnowwa, sensing my curiosity. "A meteorite struck the earth here and left behind this hole. Many trees died, but they returned, and now this lake is part of my home, too." I looked around the water's edge. The trees here were smaller and thinner than the giants I had seen elsewhere. The water was still and tranquil. Around its banks were many smooth rocks that looked perfect for sunbathing. Again, I ached for my paints. Even crayons and a napkin would do. I needed desperately to capture this place's beauty. I sighed deeply. "I wish I had my paints and canvas with me..." Nunnowwa turned to me with a look of concern on her face. "Oh, I'm sorry about that, we left them behind, didn't we?" She looked around quickly, thinking. "I'll be right back, don't move," she said, and ran into the shadows of the forest. I stood there alone, waiting for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of birds and insects that lived in the woods, until I heard her footsteps behind me and turned around to see her holding a small, crude paintbrush and a wooden plate with some pigments on it. "Will this be good enough?" she asked, holding her gifts out to me like an offering, bowing slightly as she did so, giving me an excellent view down her cleavage. "What? Oh, ya, they look great... The paints! The paints look great, I mean. But, um, I don't really have anything to paint on," I mentioned. Nunnowwa looked struck for a second, a pout upon her beautiful, delicate face, before she lit up with a new idea. "I know," she said, "you can use me!" My eyes flared open in disbelief. "Use you? As my canvas?" The Four Seasons "Ya, it'll be great! Come on!" she said, scampering off to the stones at the edge of the lake, finding a large, flat one upon which she sat, beckoning me over. When I arrived, she asked me "Is this a good view for you?" I surveyed the scene before me. It was dominated by the deep blue waters of the lake, surrounded by the trees bearing their autumn foliage, a collage of colors, and above it all, a clear sky, free of clouds. "Ya, it looks great," I decided. "Fantastic!" she said, clapping her hands together. "And now," she began with a mischievous smile, "your canvas." She stood up and untied the loincloth at her right hip, letting it fall to the ground at her feet, revealing a beautiful black forest, a small triangle between her thighs, and a beautiful brown lap, with no tan lines at all. My eyebrows perked up as I realized she must sunbathe nude to keep such a look. "Do you mind if I take off my top, too?" she asked, with what I suspected was faux innocence. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. I could feel my cock straining against my khakis, begging to be released. "No, not at all," I said, playing her game. I adamantly tried to keep my attention focused on the scenery around me, but as soon as I saw her remove the glorified belt she had been wearing as a top from the corner of my eye, all my attention was on her. Her breasts were a work of art in themselves. Firm, perfectly round, they rose from her chest as proudly as the trees in the forest. Each beautiful sphere was tipped with a chocolate brown nipple, looking irresistibly lickable. She bent down slightly and placed her hands on her knees, pressing her marvelous tits together, forming a deep, sexy cleavage that made my cock tingle in delight. "Ready to paint?" she asked me. My throat was dry; all I could do was nod. She lay down on the rock and closed her eyes, giving her nubile body to me, presenting her flawless curves to my eyes. My hand shook as I reached for the brush and began my work. I dipped my brush in a bit of blue for the lake, and began painting on her stomach. She giggled and quivered as my brush tickled her, and more than once I had to pause and let her fits subside before I could continue working. She kept her eyes closed, though, which let me admire her body as much as I desired. The curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts, her hardening nipples... Even her skin color, that incredible reddish brown, was making me aroused. The contrast between her flesh and mine and the paint only highlighted her beauty further. After I finished the lake, I began using points of other colors to do the foliage, and began dabbing pigment onto her firm breasts. My brush caressed her body, kissing it, licking it. She tried to stifle a moan, and her nipples jutted firmly skyward. As I continued, I noticed a glistening dew appearing on her crotch. I shifted position, straddling her naked thigh, pressing my own thigh firmly against her crotch. Her eyes popped open and she inhaled deeply. "Careful, Matthew," she warned, as she closed her eyes again and bit her lip. I could tell this was having quite the effect on her. All too soon, though, I finished my painting. I would have kept going, torturing her with the brush, but she opened her eyes and looked down at her body. "It's beautiful, Matthew. Are you finished?" "Yes," I sadly admitted. "Do you like it?" She stood up admiring herself, putting me mere inches from her moist pussy. I wanted to just lean forward and kiss it... "I love it," she said. "Come on, I have to give you a treat for this," she insisted, taking my hand and leading me back into the woods, abandoning her clothes behind. After a few more minutes' worth of walking, we reached a small log cabin in the woods. "This is my home," she said, "please join me." She opened the door for me, and I walked in. It was cozy. There was a bed, a table with two chairs, and a rather old-fashioned looking kitchen, but little else that I could see. She sat me down at the table and told me "Wait right here, I'll do everything for you." She began rummaging through the cabinets, grabbing ingredients, before pulling a skimpy pastel orange apron out and putting it on. "Will you tie me up?" she asked, presenting her firm, full rear to me, holding up her long, silky, black hair with one hand. "Ya, of course I will." The fabric contrasted beautifully with her tan skin and I was fixated to her long, slender back as I tied the apron strings behind her, finishing her off with a firm spank to her bottom that made her titter and blush. "Oooh, naughty, Matthew. I think all that painting got you a little over-eager..." She turned around and tightly embraced me, rubbing her breasts against my chest. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You'll get everything you want soon enough, trust me," finishing with a brief, teasing squeeze of my rock hard manhood through my pants. The apron left the tops and sides of her breasts visible, and just barely went down past her pussy. It was as skimpy as her other clothes had been, and whenever she turned I could see all of her breast from the side except for her nipples, which poked firmly through the thin fabric for all to see. It was torture sitting down, keeping my hands off of her, but every time I stood up, she would shoo me down with her wooden spoon, with which she was mixing ingredients, making something that smelled delicious while I watched helplessly, stroking myself through my khakis whenever her back was to me, desperately eager for any relief and afraid I would lose control and cum in my pants in front of her. Finally, after an eternity of torture, she pulled a hot, steaming pie of the oven and set it down in front of me. "Do you like pumpkin?" she asked, leaning over the table, her nubile breasts threatening to spill out of her apron as they delectably overflowed their confines. "It's my favorite," I said. "More than me?" she asked, smiling. "Well no, I guess you're my favorite," I reasoned. "Well that is what you said earlier," she said, giggling. She cut out two slices of pie and set them down in front of us. "Do you mind if I get some frosting for mine?" she asked. Confused I replied, "No, not at all, why would I?" She grinned and slipped down out of her chair, getting under the table. I spread my legs and looked down to see her smiling face between my thighs, a hungry look in her eyes, her gentle hands deftly unzipping my pants, and releasing my swollen member. She briefly took my entire shaft between her lips, licking and sucking it, covering it in her warm saliva, before letting it go and gripping it firmly with both hands. Firmly, she brought her hands up along the shaft, alternating her right and left hands, over and over. It felt fantastic, like my cock was being forever sucked. Her eyes were riveted to my shaft, eager for it to surrender its cum to her. I moaned and grunted. The sight of her cute face so close to my cock was too much. I wanted to cum all over it, drench her in my hot, sticky warmth. "Are you about to cum?" she asked. I nodded, gripping her shoulders firmly, my nails digging into her soft skin, feeling my end approaching. She switched to one hand, stroking my shaft rapidly up and down, twisting slightly as she reached the thick, red head of my cock each time. With her other hand, she grabbed her plate and brought it near. The pleasure built. I moaned her name loudly: "Nunnowwa! Oh god, make me cum!" My cock spasmed in her grip, my cum gushed out onto the waiting dessert, coating it with a thick, ivory cream. "Oooh!" she cooed in delight, beaming as she held my throbbing cock, squeezing every last drop of cum at it. "Mmmm, thank you, Matthew," she said, returning to her seat and preparing to devour her cum-covered pie. I watched transfixed as she took the first forkful to her mouth, delicately licking my cum off it with the tip of her tongue, moaning in delight at the taste. "You taste incredible, Matthew, you're the best..." she gushed. I blushed. "Thanks." I ate my pie slowly, wildly aroused by the sight of Nunnowwa voraciously downing the pie, leaving trails of my cum on her lips and chin. She licked it off her fingers, suckling her delicate digits, eager to swallow it all. By the time she had finished her dessert, my exposed cock was erect once again. I had never seen a girl so cumthirsty before. When she finished, she seemed to snap out of a daydream and realized her gluttony, blushing a deep red. She bit her lip and apologized, "Sorry, I hope you didn't mind watching that." "No, not at all. I actually really enjoyed it," I confessed. "I've never seen such passion. Most of my girlfriends won't even swallow." "They're fools, then," she said proudly. "You taste delicious. I'd have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day if I could." "And I, you," I said. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met." "Well I promised you a gift. I'll give you myself, if you so desire," she said, standing up and walking over to the bed. I immediately followed, gently resting myself on top of her. Our hands explored each other's bodies as we kissed passionately. I nibbled her earlobes and neck, massaging her large, firm breasts. She pulled off my sweater and threw it to the floor. I went to remove my khakis and boxers, but she stopped me. "No, it feels more primal this way. Let out your inner animal, Matthew. Fuck me like an animal," she growled. She got down onto her hands and knees, presenting her backside to me. I gripped her hips firmly and thrust myself inside her wet and waiting pussy, making her cry out. I thrust into her over and over, powerfully, squeezing her large breasts, gently pinching her hard nipples, making her moan my name. Both our bodies became coated in sweat. Her pussy clenched around my hot, hard shaft. Her moans grew louder, her breaths deeper, until she began to scream loudly, her muscles squeezing my cock rhythmically, bringing me to orgasm as well. My cock went off inside her, and I felt myself throbbing inside her as my cum gushed inside her, filling her with my seed. Slowly I stopped, and the only sound was our panting breathing. I pulled myself out. "That felt incredible, Nunnowwa." "Didn't it?" she said, turned over onto her back. She sat up and kissed me. "Are you ready to go home?" She asked. "Do I have to?" "Yes, you do. I'm sorry, but our time together is short. It will always end," she explained sadly. She walked over nude to the table and picked up a small hand-made scarecrow. It looked like a foot-tall cartoonish version of her. The same clothing, the same hair design, the same "skin color;" it even had the same paint marks on its cheeks. It was adorable. "Here," she said, offering it to me, "your gift. Place it in your garden." I took hold of it and moved to kiss her, but she pressed her hand against my chest and said, "Close your eyes. It's time." I obediently did as she asked. Once my eyes were closed, I felt the pressure of her hand vanish, and when I opened my eyes, I had returned to the gorge from which my adventure had begun. My canvas lay on the ground next to me, and on it was the painting that I had painted onto Nunnowwa. The scarecrow was still in my hand, and I knew that whatever happened had been real. I planted it in my garden at home, and every year, the harvest is bountiful. My plants grow bigger, healthier, and give much more from the soil than they ever did before. I always take note of the foliage now, and sometimes I swear I can see a smile, or hear a laugh when the wind rushes through the leaves. And sometimes, once in a blue moon, as I walk along in the autumn, I'll turn back and notice the leaves chasing me, like children after their father. **** ...winter." "How lucky you are, eldest sister," said the sincere voice from before. "Hmph. We shall see..." she replied. The temperature plummeted from a mild spring day to freezing as snowflakes began to pour out of the sky. Soon it was too white for me to even see, the wind whipping the snow around me like a tornado. I closed my eyes, and the wind stopped. I opened them, and I was surrounded by snow. I was no longer near the gorge, but in the mountains somewhere. The entire landscape was white, the sky was dark, and gentle flakes fell continuously. A full moon hung overheard. The wind had vanished entirely; the world was peaceful. "Follow me," commanded an imperial voice behind me. I turned around and faced her. A woman stood tall and proud in the snow. Her sleek, straight raven hair reached down to her underarms. Her skin was pale and flawless. The only color on her skin were two light blushes upon her cheeks. Her cheekbones were strong and high. Her full lips were as red as blood and a striking contrast against her pale skin, but what really drew my attention were her eyes. They were large and almond-shaped and looked like they belonged to a Chinese empress, but rather than being brown or black, they were a deep glacier blue, the color of ice hundreds of feet thick, a haunting, pure azure. Currently these blue daggers were aimed dismissively at me, daring me to prove their opinion of me wrong. Her robes reached down to the tops of her fur boots, and was as white as the snow around us. Its sleeves were marked with intricate crimsons patterns, though, as was a narrow swath down the front and along the hem at the bottom. Her hands were hidden in thick, black mittens, and her neck was covered by a long black scarf whose ends trailed down her back to her knees. Atop her head was a black ushanka, a Russian fur hat. She turned and started to trudge through the snow. All I could do was follow her, gingerly stepping in her footprints to keep the snow out of my own ineffectual hiking boots. "Who are you?" I asked her. Without even deigning to turn back her head or slow down, she replied "I am called Ebul." Ebul...I mulled the name over in my head. It suited her well, I decided. A bit harsh, a bit cold... "Are you cold?" asked Ebul ahead of me, not out of concern, but as a challenge, I could tell. Her amused tone dared me to say yes. Easy for her to be cocky, she had on more fur than a wooly mammoth... "No, I actually like the cold weather. It's so invigorating. When it's hot out, I just don't want to do anything, but when it's cold, I want to work harder and get stuff done. Besides," I gestured to the snow around us, "it's too beautiful out here to focus on something like being cold." She stopped briefly in her tracks before resuming. She turned back to me with the barest hint of a smile. "Good. But just in case, here." She walked back to me and took off her ushanka, gently placing it on my head. She raised herself up on her toes, placing her face more centimeters from mine, as she focused on the top of the hat, untying the ear flaps for me to keep me warmer. Her lips were nearly against mine. Her breath was cold against me, even colder than the air around us, but I silenced my wonderings. She lowered the flaps against my ears and examined me critically. "Better?" she asked. I smiled. "Much, thank you." "Hmph." She turned around and walked towards the mountain's summit, which was devoid of anything I could see. "What now?" I asked. She looked at me, but didn't answer. Instead she bent down and from under the white blanket pulled out a wooden sled, carved of some dark, red wood, shook the snow from it, and placed it down, straddling the front of it. She turned to me and commanded, "Get on." It scarcely looked large enough for two people. I sat down behind her, and had to scoot up against her to stay on. She was sitting between my legs, and I could feel my cock stirring and stiffening in my pants as it began to grow against her. As it poked her, I heard her gasp slightly, and a slight hiss through her teeth. "Hold onto me, or else you'll fall off." I reached around and grabbed her. I squeezed gently, testing. Whoops... "Hold onto me somewhere else," she warned. I moved my hands lower, to her sides, which satisfied her. "Don't fall off. I won't come back for you if you do," she informed me, and picked up her feet. We began slowly, crawling over the edge, but we soon picked up speed. The slope was steep and bare and flat: perfect for sledding. The wind picked up, and I buried my face in Ebul's hair to keep the wind from stinging my face and freezing my eyes. I felt I would fly off the sled, that the sled was going faster than gravity and it would leave me behind, but I stayed on, clinging desperately to Ebul. After a while, the slope evened out, and Ebul pulled a wooden brake, slowing us down. I looked up and in the distance I saw a wooden structure on a small hill, from which rose a trail of steam, dancing in the air. It was squat, hugging the rocks from which it rose, except for a single steeple. We came to a rest about a hundred feet from the building. From there, we walked the rest of the way. As we approached, the bells rang out in song. "Is that 'O Christmas Tree?'" I asked Ebul. "Almost: same tune, different words," she said with no more explanation. The bells rang out crisp and clear across the landscape. Snowflakes fell in the night sky as I listened to the music. It was beautiful. Ebul and I stood together in the snow listening to the song until it ended, and I noticed a contented smile on her face. I followed Ebul into the building and was greeted with a blast of hot air. The building was a shell, constructed around a hot spring. The walls and ceiling were wood, but the floors were smooth, uneven, black stone. It looked like it had been hewn out of solid stone. The entire building with a single room, centered around a large steaming pool. Off to one side was a low bench, with a bucket hanging on the nearby wall. "Come," said Ebul, "let's enjoy the water." She loosened the scarf from her neck and stepped out of her boots. Then, with her back to me, she dropped her robe off her body, revealing her long, porcelain back. Her sleek hair rested on her soft skin. Her thick, strong thighs led up to a firm, athletic ass that swung like a metronome as she lowered herself into the hot pool. She turned to me and asked, "Aren't you coming?" Almost, I thought to myself. I hurriedly removed my sweater and khakis, threw off the ushanka, pulled off my socks, and almost fell trying to leap out of my blue boxers as quickly as I could. I timidly tiptoed to the edge of the pool and dipped in a toe to test the heat. It was hot, but satisfied I wouldn't be scalded, I slipped in and looked up at Ebul across from me. She smirked and nodded towards my body. "You're white as a ghost. Are you sure you weren't cold?" I blushed a bit. "Well, maybe I was a little bit cold, but your hat really helped. Thank you." She looked away. "I didn't want you freezing, that's all," she said hurriedly. While her face was turned, I took the opportunity to admire her chest. Her breasts were white, firm, and flat, only barely puffing above the rest of her chest. They looked youthful and innocent. They were pert and pointed up slightly, her brown nipples still pebble-hard from the wintry air outside. Through the clear water, I could just make out that her pussy was shaved entirely bare. Indeed, the only hair I saw on her entire body was on her head. "So...do you really like winter most?" Ebul asked, her bangs hiding her eyes. "Ya, of course!" I gushed. "I love sitting around the fire with people, and walking through the snow all bundled up, and you can ski and go ice-skating and make snowmen." She perked up and her breasts bounced as she suddenly looked at me eagerly. "You like snowmen?" she asked with excitement. I nodded and she stood up instantly, water dripping down her body, a broad smile on her face. She offered her hand to me, I took it, and she pulled me up and took me outside without either of us having time to get dressed. The Four Seasons The air was cold, but after the hot spring, refreshing and invigorating. Ebul was steaming, the delicate vapor rising off her supple flesh into the air. I stared entranced at her body. Her nipples were already stiffening in the cold, and the water was freezing upon her lips. Rivulets of water were still dripping off her. Her delicate pussy was bare, as smooth and as white as the rest of her body. Without her robes and her glare, she was no longer the ice queen I had thought she was. She now looked delicate, like a snowflake, and as unique. I wanted to protect her, and I knew she would protect me, too. "Make one with me," Ebul ordered. She kneeled down into the snow and began rolling up a ball. I joined her nearby. We talked a bit as we worked. "So why did you ask me if I really liked winter? You don't trust me?" I teased. "No," she said, averting her eyes from mine while she patted her snow into a sphere. "It's just, not many people like winter. They always think it's too cold and too icy. No one really appreciates it much. It's the season people avoid. Everyone loves spring and summer and autumn." I smiled. "Well, I promise that I love winter the most." "Really?" she begged. "Really." She smiled and kept working, and together we made a small snowman, and while I used my fingers to give him eyes, a nose, and a smile, Ebul grabbed some sticks for his arms. "He looks great," I said, "but he's going to be cold out here, don't you think?" Ebul giggled. "You're right," she declared, and headed inside briefly. She returned with her hat and scarf and kneeled down to dress up the snowman, patting him on the head when she was finished. "There, perfect." I stood up and wiped my hands off on each other. "Another job well done." Ebul turned to me and gasped when she saw my crotch. "Oh my," she giggled, putting up her hands to her mouth and gazing up at me. "You look very cold, Matthew," she said. She began to gently caress my cold, shrunken member. "Well, you did help me make a snowman...maybe I can repay the favor?" she suggested amorously. "Come inside, I'll make you feel all better." "Oh, it's alright," I stammered out, embarrassed. I tried to cover up, but she batted my hand away. She stood up and grabbed my manhood tightly. "No, I insist. If you want to keep these, you're going to have to come inside with me," she explained. She imperiously strode back inside, leading me by my balls. I could only follow, a little bit thrilled at her taking charge like that. When we got inside, she released me and gestured to the stone bench. "Lay down there, face-down," she commanded. As I walked over to the bench and made myself comfortable, Ebul filled a big wooden bucket with water from the pool and rested it on the ground next to the bench. I could see the handle of a large ladle sticking out of the bucket. She began by ladling the steaming hot water onto my back, the heat returning feelings to my fingertips and toes and soothing my muscles. I moaned through clenched teeth. She then straddled my back, sitting on my butt, and bent down close to me, massaging my back strongly. I was putty in her hands, melting into the rock. Every minute or so, she would release another ladle of hot water onto my body and then resume her massage. "Do you feel better?" she whispered huskily in my ear. "Mhmmm," I moaned, unable to do much more. Her weight left me. "Turn over," she directed me. I did, and she grabbed the ladle again, pouring wave after wave of hot water onto my neck, my chest, my thighs... She then mounted me, straddling my crotch. I gasped and felt myself began to stiffen against her soft, delicate, moist pussy. She reached down and rubbed my chest, playing with my hair, and rubbing my nipples until they were hard. She gripped my hard cock with one hand, holding it firmly against the lips of her pussy, while with her other hand, she grabbed the back of my head and passionately kissed me. Her lips were like ice. My lips tingled at her touch, and she peppered my chest with kisses, leaving little spots of ice in her lips' wake. She looked hungrily at me and slid slightly back. "Well," she said, eyeing my hard cock, "you're no longer cold... Do you want me to help you more?" I weakly nodded, and watched her lower herself, impaling her mouth on my cock, her dark blue eyes locked onto mine. The inside of her mouth was hot, but her freezing lips wrapped around the base of my cock and as she bobbed her head up and down, a thin band of ice stimulated me like nothing I had felt before. Cold and hot alternated along my shaft as she furiously sucked and licked my cock. As she pleasured me, her fingernails were grazing my chest and thighs, back and forth along my body. My hips bucked. I could feel myself reaching the point of no return. As if sensing this, she stopped, and crawled on top of me, her hard nipples grazing my chest. "Don't finish yet," she warned. "I'm not done." She kissed my cheek, and, with another ladle of hot water on us, she slid herself up and down my body, using her body to wash me, caress me. I could feel her nipples against me, her soft pussy caressing my body. With each pass, she would leave a trail of kisses up and down my body. "I can't take it much longer," I admitted. "Then satisfy yourself in me," Ebul purred. "I want you inside me." She straddled my waist, and deftly lowered herself onto my erect cock. We moaned loudly together as I entered her, and she began to ride me, her firm tits jiggling, her hair bouncing, her eyes closed tightly as she moaned and gasped and panted. She dug her fingernails into my chest, as she screamed my name. "Matthew!" she moaned. "Cum inside me!" she pleaded. I felt my orgasm approach and as waves of pleasure shook through my body, my cock gushed load after load of cum inside her, some of it dripping down my shaft. She slowed down, trying to catch her breath. "That felt wonderful," she said, leaning down to nuzzle her face against my chest, kissing my heart. "You've certainly earned your gift tonight..." I had forgotten about the gift the voices had mentioned. "What gift?" I asked. "You'll see," smiled Ebul. We fell asleep together, my satisfied manhood still inside her. After we awoke and got dressed, she retrieved her hat and scarf from the snowman and gave them to me. "These are for you, your gift from me," she said, giving me a peck on the lips. "Thank you for everything, I'll never forget you." She led me outside, gave me a last embrace, and stepped back from me. She waved goodbye, her eyes glistening, two freezing upon her pink cheeks. The wind picked up, wrapping me in another blanket of snowflakes and hiding her from my sight. And again, when they fell away, I had teleported, this time back to the gorge, and my tent. My canvas was back on the ground, a roughly-drawn sketch of Ebul's house in the mountains upon it. Did that really happen? I wondered. But I reached up, and sure enough, the hat and scarf were still with me. It must have been real. And now, whenever I wear that ushanka and scarf in the winter, no matter how cold it gets, I'm warmed from the inside, and the bitter winds always feel like a gentle kiss, instead of a harsh slap. And sometimes, on the darkest and coldest of nights, I swear I can hear bells, and a laugh. **** Well, this was a bit of an unusual story for me. I've never written a branching story before. I hope it does better than some of my other experiments have, and I hope it wasn't too long to read. I hope you enjoyed the story, and maybe you've gained an appreciation for a new season. Personally, my favorite season (and girl) is Winter/Ebul, although Nunnowwa is a close second. Which is yours? As always, please comment and feel free to contact me! Thanks for reading!