She ran, ran from her sister and her responsibilities. She ran into the forest far from anyone. The small-minded people in her town believed that she was cursed and that her presence in the town would curse them also. So, she ran, her long black braid flowed out behind her as the townspeople called obscenities.
She walked up the mountain and the wind howled like the swirling rage inside her. She tried not to let their voices in, tried not to let them see who she really was. As she walked up the mountain, she reminded herself they were no one and that she should let it all go. She didn’t care what they would say about her, the storm inside her raged on as the cold swelled around her. She was never bothered by the cold and continued up the mountain.
The further she got from the town the easier it was for her to see that everything seemed so small to her. The fear that once controlled her affected her less with every step to her isolated freedom. It was her time to see what she could do, to test the limits of who she was. She came across an abandoned castle in the darkness, built into the side of the mountain. Two giant trees bent skeletally around the staircase that was thick with ice. As she stepped onto the first step, she felt free for the first time in her life. She realised there were no rules for her if she was on her own. She let go of all the misconceptions people had had about her and became one with the wind and sky. She walked up and into the old house and the silence surrounded her. She felt a warmth within herself even though the ice wind howled through the trees. She walked through the house listening as the storm outside raged like the hate in her heart. Her past was in the past and she would no longer need to be the perfect girl everyone thought she was.
It had been weeks since she had first arrived and the old house was lit up, a fire roared in the centre of it and Elsa sat watching it burn. She heard a sound outside, footsteps on her staircase. She stood and walked to the window to see a man walking to her door. He was dressed in snow attire and his face was completely covered. She opened the door before he could knock and he took a step back, shocked. Her long black hair braided to the side, her long black sleeves wrapped tightly around her arms and her black flowing skirt touched the floor.
“Come in.” She said to the stranger walking away. He stepped inside the door and pushed it closed. He had been to this part of the mountain a few times but there had never been a beautiful woman living here.
“I thought I was the only one who knew about this place.” A deep voice came from beneath the knitted mask he had on. He followed her flowing dress into the centre of the house to find a roaring fire. She sat back in her chair, made from wood and shaped like a throne.
“Warm yourself.” She said gesturing to the fire. He was already on his way to stand in front of it. She watched him remove his layers. His blonde floppy hair spilling down over his eyes as he removed his hat and mask. He slowly unzipped his jacket and hung it over a chair to dry. As she watched she started to think about the last time a man had touched her, and her body started calling for affection. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together as she watched him remove his boots and socks.
“Thankyou so much for letting me in. The fire is wonderful.” He said, using his hand to flip his hair back out of his eyes. “What are you doing here all alone?”
“That is a long and dark story. Even though I am alone, I am free. Are you free?” She mysteriously explained as he looked on her with questioning eyes.
“Keep going.” She said looking down at his pants.
“Excuse me?”
“You are in my castle now. Keep going.” The corners of his lips curled upwards in a grin as she uncrossed her legs and spread them apart, the flowing skirt falling in between them. He gently pulled his shirt up over his head revealing his naked chest. Her lips throbbed between her thighs and she slid her hand down to pet them.
“How long have you been up here all alone?” He flirted as he removed his belt.
“Too long.” She said rubbing her fingers around her clit over the skirt fabric. He pushed his pants to the ground and was standing there in red jocks. She licked her lips and watched as he removed those too. His cock danced a little as he watched her touching herself.
“What have you been doing up here all alone for too long?” His hand slid down his torso and gripped his package. She pulled her feet up onto the chair and flung her skirt out of the way, her naked vulva on display.
“You will have to earn those secrets.” She said seductively, rubbing her lips as she spoke. He moved toward her and dropped to his knees. She gripped his blonde hair as he buried himself in her. His warm tongue on her slit caused her to moan immediately. He pushed in between and flicked her marble while she squirmed with pleasure. His cock was standing to attention from the taste of her. She pushed his head into her as she lifted her knees higher. He pushed his hands into her thighs and pressed them into her body, moving his tongue down to her entrance. He penetrated her with a hard tongue until she dripped out onto it screaming with joy. He pushed his fingers into her and put his lips around her clit. He sucked her until her marble was as hard as stone and he fucked her until he felt her vagina grip his fingers. She sang out to the high ceilings as the pleasure rose deeply in her until she couldn’t fight it anymore. Her vagina gushed all over his hand and ran down his elbow. She pushed him a way with her legs and fell forward onto him. His head fell back onto the fur rug and she pressed herself down over the rigid statue standing tall from his crotch. She ground her hips into him and came immediately, her fingernails scratching into his chest. He reached for her top and pulled it down allowing her breasts to pop out. He massaged her breasts and teased her nipples as she rode him, crying out again with pleasure. Her hips started to slow, and he pulled her face to his to kiss her.
“Have I earned secrets?” He asked as she slowly moved on his cock, smiling down at him.
“Yes. Wait here.” She stood up and his cock made a wet slap as it hit his flesh.
When she returned to the room, she was holding what looked to him like a dildo. He sat up, his cock still hard and waiting.
“I have to admit I don’t think that’s a secret. I’m into it, but it’s not a secret.” She laughed as she neared him.
“Lick it.” She ordered him holding it down to him. He reached up and licked the dildo and his eyes widened with surprise as it melted on his tongue.
“Ice?” He asked, his tongue cold from where he had licked it.
“Ice.” She said kneeling down in front of him. “The cold has never bothered me.”
She stood the long icicle up between her legs and slid onto it. She moaned as the cold phallus slid deep inside her. She started to bounce on it as her fingers worked her clit. The fire sparkled in her dark eyes as she bounced to climax. He sat watching her cum as he stroked himself. She stood and squeezed the now, much smaller icicle out of her vagina and kneeled in front of him. He got up on his knees behind her and slid straight in. Where she was warm was now wet and cold. His cock loved and hated it. He grabbed her hips and thrust into her wondering how long it would feel cold for. She cried out her pleasure as he pulled her hips back into him on every thrust. He reached his hand down and rounded the front of her throat raising her up, his naked chest pressed against her back. He thrust up into it as he held her around her throat. She moaned as he fucked her deeply, one hand now on her clit while the other stayed on her throat.
“Let it go.” She ordered him and he released her. She spun around and sat down on him again. The warmth inside her had returned and it encompassed his cock as he pressed into her. She gyrated her hips on him until she felt him close to cumming. She pulled herself off him and slid down to put him in her mouth. She let his large cock fill her mouth up gagging on it a little. Up and down her head bobbed as he grunted with pleasure. He shot cum into the back of her throat as he pulsed in her mouth. She rolled it around her tongue before crawling up his body and pressing her lips down on his. She let his cum drip into his mouth as they kissed, he rolled her over onto her back and let it fall back into her. She swallowed and licked her lips.
“Our first dinner together.” She laughed as the fire roared flicking light across his naked body.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hohwri/sexify_july_day_ten_snowballing_the_cold_never