Snow Mistress

by Diana Rose Wilson

  The races she’d watched were spectacular but they were nothing next to this! She was a part of this! Her shouts of encouragement to her pony spurred him on, and the view of his powerful muscles working with seeming effortless grace was closer at hand to admire. She was part of the action, caught up in the thrill. Wind in her hair and the song of the bells bright and cheerful, mingling with Celestia’s laughter beside her.

  The two mounts were well matched, or they were not really trying to best one another. Both men having honest fun showing off while giving their ladies a ride in the snow. They were fine chariot ponies in their lovely gear. It might as well have been a tie, they were so closely matched.

  High-kneeing at the finish line, they pulled the sleds around and raced back toward the starting line where the ribbon lay. This time when they crossed the finish line, Cupid was easily ahead and he flashed a dazzling smile back over his shoulder at her through the misty puffs of breath. It was the only win she cared about today!

  He pulled her out of the line so another pair of ponies could run the track and she crooked a finger at him. Cupid unfastened the buckles and climbed into the sled with her, still breathing hard. She threw her cloak around him, pulling him in for a warming kiss. His strong arms curled around her, fingers cold against her skin under the thick fur. Even his mouth and nose felt chilled, tasting like snow and chocolate sunshine.

  “Good race!” Celestia called to them, intruding on their kiss as Ram trotted her past them as they made a slow lap around the fire pit. “We will see who the victor is after the real race!” She grinned and wiggled her fingers at Ursa before calling something to her pony and he guided the sled back toward the stables.

  Cupid nuzzled her cheek, his face wet with melted snow and whispered, “Did I hear you agreeing to Pony Day Tea, Mistress?”

  She nodded, heat rising in her cheeks while his big hands slid over her ass, squeezing her closer to him. With some creative wriggling, she adjusted into his lap, tucking the cloak around them both. “I hope you’ll be my date.”

  “It would be my pleasure.” He paused and then smiled wider. “Will you be my date for the company Christmas party? I would love to have you at my side.”

  When she started to protest about her clothing, he gave her a soft and lingering kiss. He cupped her cheek. “Let me take care of the little details.” It reminded her of their conversation last night. What harm could there be letting him buy her a dress? The last of her resistance waned. She didn’t want to keep fighting what she wanted.

  “Yes. I’ll go with you to the party.”

  She thought he would ask her about moving in with him. The offer was in his dark eyes as he searched her face. He moistened his lips, fingers stroking her jaw as he snuggled her closer.

  Please. Ask me!

  The roar of the crowd distracted him from the question she saw on his lips, however, and his eyes shifted from her toward the sled racers to watch the result of the race.

  Disappointment plucked at her and she nuzzled her face against his shoulder, watching the sledding while she cuddled with her sexy Cupid. His fingers stroked her velvety dress and slid up over her breasts through the fabric, toying with her tightened nipples with the cloak protecting them from prying eyes.

  “I could fuck you here and no one would know,” she whispered against his earlobe.

  “Until I make you scream with orgasm,” he replied and rolled her nipple between his fingers, forcing her to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning aloud.

  “Who says I don’t want them to know?” she asked, words catching and tangling on the question.

  His dark gaze held hers, his caged cock jingling as he rubbed against her ass.

  “Ah! The cage! You will just have to wait, pony. I hope I didn’t lose the key!”

  His eyes rolled with a whine of longing. “You are so cruel.”

  Under the warmth of the cloak, with their hands all over each other, they lost track of time. It was soon time for the official races to begin. When House Mistress stepped out into the field, other runners began to take their places. Cupid kissed her temple and stood, gathering her with him. He set her on the snowy ground while he slipped out from under the warmth of the furs.

  “Run well,” she told him, smoothing her fingers over his straps where her token lay proudly against his breast. Smiling, she gave his nipple a tweak, holding it as she growled, “Do not get hurt! I have devious plans for your sexy ass.”

  He moaned in response to the torment, bowing closer to her, the contrast of his hot breath against the snowy wind making her skin tingle. “I will make you proud, Mistress!” he promised.

  Ursa released him and watched him jog to the starting line, high knees lifted so he could make the bells chime and sigh over the conversations. She adjusted her cloak and tucked her hands deeper into the muff and squinted into the swirling snowflakes to watch the race.

  Across the field, she saw Dragon and Faery cuddling together closer to the stables. She thought of going to join them, but she was closer to the fire here with a nice view of her pony as he settled into the lineup. She didn’t see Hound or Hare but Impala was in this race with Mouse and Seahorse. Hopefully these contestants would keep things sensible.

  The gong sounded and the men ran down the snow-crusted track. This was different from the race at Halloween. They all looked as though they were having fun! Rather than racing for all his worth, Cupid loped with an easy stride, showing off while teasing the leader, who happened to be Ram.

  With the crowd cheering them on and admiring the beauty of the men in motion, Cupid fell back several paces, putting more show into his high knees while Ram crossed the finish line with his arms over his head in a victory pose.

  “Oh my God! I will never hear the end of this!” Celestia laughed, moving across the field with her. “I may not be able to live with his swollen head.” Smiling, she crossed to Ram while Ursa met Cupid jogging toward her. Steam curled from his powerful body—sweaty and magnificent. With a growl, he swept her into his arms.

  This time she got to kiss him! Without restraint or hesitation, she rewarded her champion and consort with a passionate kiss and wrapped her arms and legs around him. He gave a powerful flap of his wings, making the snowflakes around them shimmer. His arms curled around her, hands cupping her ass to support her. He returned the kiss hungrily, drawing out a silken moan from her as she raked her fingers over his shoulders and grabbed his dark curls with both hands.

  His heart drummed against her sternum, breath rough and powerful rushing from him, filling her, tangling with her, devastating her!

  “I didn’t win.” He pouted when she broke the kiss to admire him.

  “Poor darling!” she crooned, tightening her thighs around him.

  He carried her off the field, apparently unwilling to put her down. Only when they reached the fire did he finally release her and she grabbed water for him. His arms stayed around her, tucking her into his sweaty side.

  She wouldn’t have paid any attention to the women racing at all if it had not been for the disturbance at the sidelines. A gasp went up through the crowd and she followed the attention of the audience, looking to where Dragon stood with his arms crossed over his chest while Leopard-Kitten tried to climb up his body to kiss him.

  “What in the world?” Cupid growled, his body going taut beside her. “Is she out of her— Oh.”

  Dragon jerked away and gave the woman a savage push back, shoving a finger at the center of her chest when she managed to keep her balance and not fall on her ass.

  Ursa looked to where the women were taking the starting line. Even from that distance she could tell Faery had seen the spectacle, too. The woman flipped off one of her fellow ponies.

  She pinched the bridge of her nose through her mask. “Oh, no.”

  “Is that Hummingbird? What did Dragon say this morning about her and Kitten? Maybe House Mistress should call off this race,” Cupid hissed through his teeth. His arms tightened around Ursa.<
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  There wasn’t time to cross the field and tell House Mistress. She saw the finger flying from Faery but then the gong rang out to start the race. And, not unexpectedly, Faery and Hummingbird were taking their aggression out on the field as the men had in the party before, only this field was slick with snow, ice and mud.

  Cupid squeezed her warmly and nuzzled into her hair. “She’ll be all right,” he said, the words a low rumble of reassurance.

  Ursa should not be so concerned for the woman who had caused her such pain and grief but she couldn’t help it. At breakfast, she’d seen such a different side of Vans. No one deserved to be played that way. For Dragon’s sake, she didn’t want to see her get hurt in a stupid race that should be fun and games.

  Hummingbird took her jab at Faery in the first turn, but missed her. That’s when they really put on the speed. Someone’s plumed headdress went flying and crashed into the packed snow. Ursa let out a soft breath and leaned back into Cupid. There was no way she would go for it twice. Right?

  It seemed as if Faery-Vans had it in the bag and would take the victory lap, but Hummingbird wasn’t satisfied with a single swipe. Racing up behind Faery, she elbowed her hard, shoving her as she overtook her. A cry of protest and roar of booing went up from the crowd as Faery went skidding and then tumbling face first into the icy ground.

  Ursa winced in sympathy for the fall and tumble, remembering the slide down the icy steps during her attack. Dragon ran across the field to her, looking as furious as Cupid when he’d seen her injured after the attack.

  Voices around her were in an uproar, questioning the horrible sportsmanship and worried for the downed runner. At last House Mistress’s voice rose over the other voices, “All right, everyone. This race is officially scratched. I will not tolerate this bad sportsmanship!” The tone seethed with venom. “Kitten and Hummingbird, you will both come here.”

  Dragon lifted Faery from the mud and after a brief struggle, he carried her off the field and toward the house. Ursa curled closer to her Cupid. “I would be so incredibly pissed if something like that happened to you,” she whispered, meeting his dark eyes.

  “I know, Mistress. Like I was when I saw you hurt last night.” He leaned his masked forehead against hers, holding her gaze. “No matter what happens, no one can take me from you. They might try something stupid like that, but they’d never be what you are to me.” His strong hands caressed her cheeks adoringly.

  “Come with me?” she asked, pulling at the front of his harness.

  “Anywhere you lead, I follow,” he assured her, following her tug without question.

  She smiled and winked up at him, moving through the milling crowd as people began returning to the warmth of the house and stables. Rather than going toward the lodge, she drew him toward the gardens. He didn’t question her. His arched eyebrow and curious expression spoke loud enough.

  She didn’t give him answers as they moved down a snowy slope and into the groomed gardens of hedges, evergreens and snow-crusted lawns. The snow made everything appear transported directly from a winter fairytale. The wind faded but the snow fell heavier now, swirling around them.

  Last time she had the opportunity to screw him in the sunlight, she’d missed her chance. This time she’d remembered the condoms! Stopping him in the center of the empty garden, she pulled him down to her and caressed her tongue across his lower lip. “I want to fuck you in the snow.”

  He growled, eyes flying open wide before closing them and pressing his mouth hard against hers. His mouth burned hot on her snow-chilled lips and his tongue darted forward to greet hers, tangling together and catching snowflakes in the open-mouthed exchange. “Yes!” he whimpered and his hands balled in her skirts, pulling them up along her legs, pushing them up until his palm cupped her pussy.

  Under the layers of velvet, she was naked and soaking wet for him! Her body trembled under the loving slide of his fingertips that slipped up and down her swollen lips, dipping in, circling around, finding her clit, pressing and fluttering over her until her legs failed her and she slumped against him.

  “More!” she begged, words muffled into the kiss. When he slipped two fingers into her, she cried out his name, lost in the sensation of him filling her with those skilled fingers.

  Right now she needed more than his sweet fingers! She needed his cock deep inside her. Taking her here on the snowy ground! Pulling the key from the inner pocket of her cloak, she deftly unfastened the lock around his cock-cage. He uttered a whimper of relief so acute it almost sounded painful.

  She winced in sympathy as his thick cock sprang free of the steel. “You should have told me it hurt!” she accused, cupping her fingers around his length, admiring him, loving watching the snow fall and melt against his dark skin.

  “No! Mistress! Fuck! So… Ughn! Perfect!” he growled, body trembling as she stroked him, every touch almost seeming too much for his tormented cock flesh. She drew out the foil wrapper of the condom and showed him the Fire and Ice label before she grasped it in her teeth and ripped it open.

  He arched his hips forward as she rolled the latex over his achingly hard length, savoring the pulse racing along the length of him from the head down to his balls. His fingers writhed in her and plunged deeper, a third finger joining the two, stroking in and out of her, making it difficult to think. It was impossible to properly focus on anything except the orgasm building in her belly and sex, shockingly hot down along her inner thighs.

  “Cupid! I…you’re driving me crazy!”

  “Good!” His wings fanned open as his fingers slammed into her deeper, twisting sweetly into the depths of her with a wet slap. “Come for me! I’ve got you, baby!”

  She whimpered, clinging to his chest. When she came, it felt as if she were tumbling! Falling into him! Her toes curled as heat and pleasure lanced through her thighs and deep into her cunt to her heart. Through her lashes, she watched him. His expression transfixed with joy and need as she spiraled into the exquisite pleasure, coating his fingers and palm with her sleek honey.

  He fell back, pulling her with him. His wide-spread wings sighed against the wind, softening their fall into the fluffy snow. His broad chest pillowed her landing, his fingers never stilling their skillful strokes right to the end of her sweet orgasm.

  “Yes! Fucking so sexy! Yes, love, come for me!” he crooned, coaxing the pleasure from her with his curling fingers. His other hand slid over her ass, pulling up the dress as she straddled his powerful hips.

  She felt the snow cold against her bare knees and his burning-hot body under her ass. His cock slid up along her greedy pussy lips when his fingers slid out of her. Holding her gaze, he pressed the slippery fingers to his mouth and sucked them, moaning around the taste of her.

  As she leaned down to share the kiss around his pussy-slick fingers, her cunt slid over his cock. Their moans joined around him. Over him.

  He tasted like the frosty, pure snow and her berry-tart pussy and sunlight. Perfection! She lowered onto his cock, breath stolen away with the sensation of his big dick grinding up onto her, stretching her all over again.

  “My sweet Mistress! Tight as a virgin!” he whispered. Thick fingers gripped her ass. “Fuck! You feel amazing!”

  She cried out sharply when he bucked under her, his heavy balls slapping her ass. Their sounds of pleasure echoed off the snowy landscape. His hand cupped her breast through the dress, pulling down the front of the top to free the plush flesh. With a growl he flicked his tongue over her nipple, making it blush in the chill air.

  Snowflakes kissed her flushed skin, melting and turning the flesh slick before his mouth closed around the nipple. He wrapped his lips, then his tongue around the bud. Sucking slowly at first, he teased her until he pressed his teeth against her, biting hard enough to make her scream out in pleasure.

  Pain. Pleasure. Twined together in a messy knot, pulling tighter and tighter toward the breaking point with every powerful drive of his hips.

  He sucked har
der against her nipple, sitting up, wrapping his arms and wings around her body as she rode him, lifting up and then falling, riding him faster and harder, their movements working together and then against one another only to come together again in grinding, deep thrusts. Mouths joined, hands in hair, gasping and begging together for release.

  “I’m going to—”

  “I’m there!”

  “Fuck!”

  “Don’t stop!”

  Snow swirled around them as they came together. His body arching up in a muscle-twined bow toward her shuddering, quavering climax, her pussy squeezing in spasms around his swelling cock.

  “Now! Now! Now! Fuck!”

  “I’m coming!”

  They reached their climax together, devouring each other’s sounds of pleasure and cries of joy, the muffled endearments of love and affection and tears echoing off the snow.

  “I love you!”

  “I love you!”

  She lay cuddled against him under the layers of her fur cloak, panting, feeling his breathing just as frantic and his powerful heartbeat thrumming in her ear. His warm mouth nuzzled at her bare breast again, tenderly kissing the bitten spot while he struggled with regaining his composure.

  “Cold?” she asked when he trembled.

  “No, sweetheart. I am warm all the way through!”

  She pushed herself up from his broad chest and shook her head, making snowflakes flutter down from her hair onto him. There was nothing sexier than seeing him crushed under her, speckled with snow and flushed from cold and heated passion.

  “I want to move in with you,” she blurted and felt her blush rise into her cheeks when he blinked up at her.

  He sat up swiftly and tangled his hands deep into her hair. “What? Really? You’re not just toying with me, right?”

  She tried to hide her face against his sweaty skin but he wasn’t allowing it. He arched under her, grinding his perfect cock into her again.

  “Princess?”

  “I’m serious,” she said, blushing more furiously but no less honest about her choice.