In search of a good place to sleep [MF][Fantasy]

The stories about the cold horror in the mountains went back generations, and for generations it had been little more than superstitious tales to explain the odd missing sheep or failed crop. Why would it be any different this time? Well, the odd missing sheep had turned to a dozen sheep in a scant 2 weeks, and the failed crop had been found frozen solid in the morning sun.

So the call had gone out to adventurers hoping to make a name for themselves, knights with the valor to defend the weak and whoever might be willing to risk life and limb for coin. That was how Karth had ended up there, even if he wasn’t entirely sure which group he fell into. He had been bunked in with the other temporary guards that had been hired to help provide security for the spring equinox festival when the word had gone out and had left immediately. The life of a city guard had been suffocating him and the allure of a bit of fame, renown and enough coin to keep him out of the bed bug infested cheap inns or cramped guard houses had been too much to pass up.

He had been almost a day out before he started really regretting not buying a horse in the city for his last coin, a day’s march in chainmail and a stiff cold headwind rolling down from the mountain was making his body ache for the comfort of the hard bunk in the guard room. He’d found shelter in a barn of some lonely farmhouse and slept in a soggy haystack, bargaining his way to a donkey the next morning, paying just 3 gold pieces for it, which seemed like a good deal until he realized just how old and limp it really was.

Still, he had made it to the mountain before anyone else, even if the donkey hadn’t. The climb itself had been relatively painless, those six months with the northern extermination squad looking a little more like good experience than the frozen hell on earth it had felt like at the time. Finding the lair of the cold horror proved to be fairly easy too, it turns out sheep thrash around and shed a lot of wool when they get snatched, so it was just a questioning of following the trail, and cleaning it up to make sure no one else could follow and steal the spotlight.

The “lair” of the beast wasn’t quite what he had suspected though, instead of a dingy cave he found the trail leading to a small plateau hidden by an outcropping of rock. It was a surreal scene, a patch of hardy grass with a small stream running through it from some spring further up the mountain, with half a dozen sheep gracing unconcerned and most weirdly a small poorly constructed hut at the back end.

Karth found a place to hide up against the mountainside and just watched the idyllic plateau for a while. It didn’t look like the lair of some horror show but the sheep were here, well some of the sheep. For a while the plateau was quiet except for the occasional bahing of the sheep, in fact Karth was halfway to just walking in there when a shift in the wind made him look up. A woman, a flying woman, was circling overhead against the clouded sky, slowly descending towards the plateau. Karth stared at her baffled, she was fair skinned with long blonde hair, wearing a simple farmer’s gown and holding in her hands an old iron pot, she was the picture book example of a simple beautiful farmers daughter, except she was flying.

The knight shifted a bit deeper into hiding as the woman descended and when she spiraled into the last of the descent and her form was silhouetted against the mountain instead of the clouds Karth finally saw what she really was. White wings sprouted from her back, two white horns lay around her head like a crown and a thin white tail swooshed in the air between her legs. They had been almost invisible against the white clouds but as she landed gracefully in the grey green grass they were as obvious as the pot in her hands, and they made her no less beautiful.

Karth watched her as the wings folded onto themselves on her back and she went over to the small stream and filled the iron pot with the cold water. With no effort whatsoever she lifted the filled pot over to the hut and hung it over a small fireplace Karth hadn’t noticed before. She headed into the hut and came back out with a few herbs, roots and a half rusted knife and began cutting the ingredients. Karth watched her as she prepared the ingredients for the soup, she was humming to herself, a small happy little tune, as if the simple act of making soup was the best part of her day. As soon as she was finished cutting the ingredients she dropped them into the pot and started working a flint and steel under it.

This particular part of the process seemed to give her no joy though, Karth watched for minutes on end as the dragonborn became more and more frustrated with what few sparks she managed to produce. She was muttering to herself and shaking the fire starting too annoyed every ten seconds or so and after a particularly promising spark fizzled out and died she let out an annoyed yell and a burst of cold breath washed over the surface of the soup, turning the top few centimeters to ice in an instant.

“Do you want a hand with that?” The voice behind her made the woman leap up into the air, catching herself on her wings as Karth made a small hop over the stream. “I’m pretty good with that stuff.” He said in his most non-threatening voice, as he stepped closer with both hands up, palms in the front. She studied him carefully from above, he was unarmed, wearing a thick undershirt, simple pants and heavy boots. She floated slightly higher up as he stepped up to the pot and held out a hand. “May I?” He asked and she looked at him suspiciously before dropping the flint and steel down to him. “Thank you.” He smiled as he caught it and got the fire started in no time flat. “That should do it.” He said with a smile, putting the flint and steel down and taking a few steps back sitting down in the grass.

The dragonborn floated down to the pot and gave it a stir with a finger and checking the fire before turning her attention to the visitor again, her wings still unfolded ready to let her take off at a moment’s notice. “Who are, you?” She asked with a bit of an eastern accent.

“Karth.” He smiled. “And I suppose I’m just a bit of wanderer. Nothing special.” He said, not entirely untruthfully. “And you are?”

“Tatiana.” The dragonborn answered. “I’m not from around here.”

“I figured as much, not many dragonborn on this side of the mountain.” He smiled. “But I like your place, its… cozy.” He smiled.

“You think so? Thanks!” Tatiana said lighting up in a smile as her wings folded in on themselves again. “Do you want to stay for soup? It’s a bit watery but it tastes pretty good.”

“I’d love to.” Karth smiled.

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It was pretty good, and so was her company, she struggled a bit with a few words but she had such stories to tell of things she had seen from above and seemed genuinely happy to have someone to share them with. Karth stayed and talked with her until it got dark, then he bid her goodnight. She seemed genuinely sad to see him go but he did so anyway, leaving the plateau and finding a small nook to crawl into and sleep uncomfortably. He went back the next day around noon and found her feeding a bit of grain to the sheep and she lit up in a smile at the sight of him. “You’re still here.” She beamed.

“I thought I might take a look at your house, it could use a bit of work and I’m pretty good with my hands.” He smiled. “Maybe a days work for some soup and company.”

“You have yourself a deal.” She replied with a smile.

He worked to fix the leaky roof most of the day and patch up the walls to make it less drafty for the remainder of it. Tatiana came and went as she pleased during that time, collecting herbs and roots from seemingly all over the mountain and the soup that night was even better than the day before, as was her company.

“I might take a look fashioning a few chairs and a table for you tomorrow if you can get me some wood.” He said as he finally stood up and made to leave.

“That would be nice.” Tatiana smiled back.

And just like that a week seemed to pass, chairs being made, a rudimentary shower system using the stream and a bucket, a proper door for the hut as well as a shelter for the sheep. He was slowly running out of things to fix up around her little place and his back was aching more and more from his terrible posture while sleeping on the mountainside, but he kept at it mostly for the soup he told himself.

“Its starting to get warm out so I think we should sheer the sheep, can you help me with that?” Tatiana asked one morning.

“Sure.” Karth smiled, taking out his dagger and eagerly getting to work. His eagerness soon subsided though as it was back breaking work and his already aching back just felt worse and worse as the day went on. Tatiana would come and go as usual, but picking up the wool and disappearing with it into the hut every few hours for a while. It was almost sundown when he finally finished the last sheep and he stood up and stretched his back painfully.

“You don’t look so good.” Tatiana said concerned as she came to pick up the last of the wool. “Are you okay?”

“Fine, just a bit of a back thing.” He said with a smile. “I’ll be fine when I get a bit of that soup.”

“No soup before you get some rest.” She said sternly and reached out for his hand. His heart skipped a beat as he took it, her skin was cool and smooth and felt wonderful against his rougher hands. She led him into the hut that had traditionally been fairly empty, it had a simple bedframe in one corner of the hut with a simple mattress of sown together wool. “Come on, lay down.” She smiled and he obliged.

“Oh this is really soft.” Kath sighed happily as he lay down. “Is this what you used the wool for?”

“I thought it would be nice.” Tatiana said as she sat down on the side of the bed.

“Shouldn’t you sleep in your new bed first?” Karth asked and she just shook her head.

“You are more tired.” She smiled as she reached out and stroked his chin.

Karth licked his lips as his mind raced, he moved his hand up slowly and took a hold of hers. Not saying anything just slowly pulling her down towards him, his eyes on her’s. Her slender face crept closer and closer and he could feel her cool breath on his lips before he leaned up and gave her a tender kiss. His heart raced when she kissed him back, and for a while they just kissed, her cool lips on his as she slowly crawled into the bed with him.

Her smooth hands caressed his chest as she lay besides him and he found her sides to caress as well. He wasn’t entirely sure how long they lay there just feeling one another outside the clothes but eventually he reached behind and undid the straps on her dress, letting it fall off of her. She smiled down to him and slipped out of it completely as he took off his shirt and pants while watching her pale form come into view. She was in a word: beautiful. Her body was slender, pale and flawless. Her breasts were firm and there wasn’t a strand of hair between her legs. With the dress off the white tail swung freely behind her, proving to be as playful as her smile.

She moved on top of him, laying herself down on his chest and letting their lips meet again, her whole body was cool against his quieting his hunger only marginally as he stroked the horns on her head and she let out a soft moan. He felt his cock harden as they kissed, something cool and fresh like morning dew dripping onto it. She broke the kiss and sat up over his crotch reaching down and taking gentle hold of his cock with cool fingers. He watched as she guided it to the source of the refreshing dew and in a long slow movement she lowered herself onto his cock.

Karth let out a gasp as the cock entered the cold soft sex, the cold sensation almost surreal but none the less amazing. Tatiana let her fingers trail up his chest, her tail whipping around excitedly as she began to slowly ride him, warm cock pulsing in and out of her cold welcoming pussy. She soon found a rhythm and he quickly caught on to it, beginning to meet her with thrusts whenever she went deep onto the cock. He watched as a moan escaped her lips whenever he thrust in and behind her back her wings unfolded a little bit with each thrust.

Tatiana’s moans grew louder as her wings slowly unfolded in their entirety as Karth kept thrusting up into her, he was tireless, the cold environment keeping his cock from erupting before time and extending the pleasure. Her wings began to flap as she rode him faster, her tail flailing wildly now, and he responded by grabbing a hold of her hips and thrusting deep into her. She plunged deeper every time now and rose higher between each plunge. He could feel himself approaching his limit, even with the cold to help him, and her moans growing more ragged and uncontrolled made it clear she wasn’t far off either. He held fast to her, determined to stay inside her, to warm her with his seed and as he held on to her hips the force of her wings carried the both of them a few centimeters off the bed. They hung in midair together for a few breathless moments, the tip of his cock still inside her, before she plunged them back down on the bed and forced him deep into her.

He came with a yell as she erupted in a roar that sent frost creeping across the ceiling, his cocked throbbed as it shot thick loads of warm cum deep inside her. Her pussy milked it for all it had as he tail almost tied knots on itself in spasms of ecstasy and her wings mighty flaps turned to ineffectual small movements and her whole body shivered with pleasure. He reached up and pulled her down to him, planting a deep kiss on her lips, his hands stroking her magnificent wings as the last of his seed warmed up her insides before his cock slipped out of her.

For a while they just lay there in the each other’s arms, cold and warmth entangled in kisses and embraces. No thought spent on anything other than one another, it was only when it became hard for Karth to make out Tatiana’s face that he realized how dark it had become.

“You can stay here if you want.” Tatiana suggested as she noticed the look in his eyes. “It’s a good bed.”

Karth gave her a long deep kiss. “I’m not staying for the bed, I’m staying for you.” He said simply.

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