With unspeakable self-restraint she managed to control herself, however, and while putting off such an indulgence for now, attempted to make such a desire known to Jim in a way that was rather more subtle. Slowly, she pushed her foot across the floor under the table while he was still speaking, and began to caress Jim's ankle with it. Jim started, nearly choking on the bite of food he had in his mouth, and looked up at Winter, surprised.
“What are you doing?” he asked, and Winter's heart suddenly seemed to sink.
“What?” she asked, alarmed, and worried. “Don't you like it?”
“No, it's not that it's... It's just not proper, mannerly... Not here...” he said, and Winter slowly withdrew her leg from his own, disappointed.
The rest of the dinner was a tad bit more subdued after that, and Winter felt as though she'd gone and sabotaged the whole damn thing.
It wasn't until after the meal, when the two of them were in the carriage on their way back to the castle, that the ice began to thaw back out between the two of them again.
“Hey, listen,” said Jim Slush, turning to Winter after they'd sat for several minutes staring out opposite window. “I hope I didn't offend you, or anything, back there. You know, from just the little bit we've seen of each other, I think I'm just a little bit crazy for you. It’s just... Didn't seem like the right time, or the right place. I try to be respectful, and take my time, you know?”
Winter smiled slowly, relieved that she hadn't completely messed this up. “Well...” she said, remembering how crazy she was about him now that the air had been cleared. “How about now? There's nobody here but the two of us, and... Well, I could use some warming up...”
Jim smiled at her, and slowly reached up, his fingers dancing through her hair. “God... You're so beautiful,” he said, staring deep into her eyes. They both waited, making sure the moment was right, and then slowly leaned into one another. Their lips met, and Winter's eyelids fluttered shut, a warmth spreading through her body that was enough to drive even the bitterest cold of night. They kissed tenderly, lips pressed together, popping, hot and wet. Winter's nostrils flared as she struggled to breathe him in, and she could feel her entire being attempting to push into him. She placed a hand on his chest in her desperation, and he didn't pull it away, but let her caress the front of his torso in loving circles. He brought a hand to the side of her face, pulling her deeper into himself, and let his tongue push through her lips, swirling around the insides of her cheeks.
She pushed her own tongue back into his, loving the feeling as the two of them entwined, and he put a hand on her side, pulling her even further into him. She was getting wetter and wetter by the second, boiling for him, not sure how long she could stand this torment.
Now, God, he was pulling away from her, looking drunk on the ecstasy of their love, and ready for so much more. He put a hand on her thigh and let it sit there, as he leaned in and kissed her face, the side of her neck, sinking his teeth in her. She moaned with pain and pleasure, her shoulders quaking, and the hand pressed against his chest clenching up, so that her fingers dug deep into the fabric of his shirt. She wanted him, so, so badly, more than just about anything she could ever recall ever having wanted.
Slowly, she let her hand slide down the front of his body, moving south, and down, at last, onto the pronounced, throbbing bulge in his tunic...
It was here that, all of the sudden, everything came to a crashing halt.
“Woah!” exclaimed Jim Slush, leaping back from her on the spot, and giving her a look that one might give a mad woman.
“What the hell?” she asked, her brow furrowed, angry at herself as much as at Jim Slush as she was in that moment. She felt certain she'd gone and screwed things up irrevocably this time, but she'd been very misled by her suitor's intentions...
“I thought I explained this,” he said. “I'm a gentleman... A gentleman would never rob a lady of her honor as early as the first date. Kissing and heavy petting is one thing, but...”
“Excuse me?” snarled Winter, feeling belittled. “My honor? For your information, I want this as much as that perverse bulge in your shorts seems to suggest that you want it! I travelled all the way across Westerado for this, dammit! Obviously, you're under no obligation to go all the way with anyone, but don't lead me on and then act like you're doing me a favor by pulling away... My honor, as if by my consenting to have sex with you I'm somehow defiled as a human being...”
“Alright! Alright! You're right, and I'm sorry. I don't think I said what I really meant, and I realize how it must have sounded... You're absolutely right...”
Winter was still looking at him with ferocity in her eyes, clearly ready to snap at the least provocation at his old-fashioned, backwards ways. Slowly, though, he reached over toward her, stroking her platinum hair as he'd done before, and she could feel her vitriol giving way, once more to affection.
“Look, Winter I... I just really like you... I know you've got a really big decision to make, but... I just don't want to rush things. I think it's better to wait, and then if we do get married, well... But I think it would be a mistake for both of us if we moved things too far too soon.”
Winter looked at him for a long moment, her instinct being to refute him once more, but gosh darn it he was just too damn cute to stay mad it.
“Okay...” she said warmly, smiling at him, then she leaned in, and planted a kiss on his cheek.
Later, as her own chariot pulled away from Jim Slush's castle on the road toward Northerado, Winter sat in the back of the carriage with her panties down around her ankles, her hand up her dress, and her fingers jousting violently between her legs to compensate for what she'd been so close to achieving with Jim Slush. Her cries of pleasure echoed loudly through the dark, snowy night.
Chapter 3
The next candidate for Winter's potential princehood was just about as opposite as night from day. Night Prince of the Sidhes, Glace, proved to be a living, breathing example of the strong, silent type, in just about every sense of the phrase. His skin was a cold blue color, his physique one steeped in powerful muscles from his head to his toes, like that of a body builder. He wore nothing but a tight brown tunic, which scarcely concealed his modesty, and he didn't utter a single word to Winter as she sat down at the opposite end of his dining table. In fact, as the evening progressed, he proved to be about as quiet as a church mouse in Winter's company, which left her unclear as to how exactly she should be conducting herself in his presence.
The spread of dishes and drinks that Glace had laid out for the two of them was indeed impressive, although Winter observed that there was far too much food there for just two people. She picked at her plate, pushing vegetables around the perimeter of her dish as at the opposite side of the table her host scarfed down his own meal. He seemed scarcely to be aware of the fact that he had company, and particularly not company whose good graces he had reasons to be trying to worm his way into.
“So, um... Do you like living up here? The mountains seemed pretty nice... There are some spectacular views...”
Glace shrugged his shoulders, not looking up from his plate as he continued to devour his meal, and Winter had to dip back into the well for things to say. “Do you have any... Um... Brothers or sisters?” she asked, although she already knew the answer to that- two brothers. At this point, though, she was just desperate to get through this and have it over with.
Still, Glace didn't give her a word in response, and this time he didn't even bother nodding or shaking his head. Winter bit her lip in consternation, thinking what a damn awkward mess her father had gotten her into. She took a long, deep gulp of her drink, then began to take slow, indifferent bites of her meal, hardly able to taste the food.
She began to think about Jim Slush, and how spectacularly wrong their date had gone. She was so conflicted about the man, and didn't know how the hell she should feel about him. On one hand, he was charming as hell in his way, but he was just so old fashioned in his ideas abou
t how to treat women. Winter knew it was probably pointless to count on being able to change him once the two of them were married, and she would almost certainly have to deal with these annoying little “white knight” behaviors of his for years to come. Did his positive traits make up for these setbacks, or should she hold out hope for guy number three to be the winner in this strange dating game she found herself playing? It sure as hell wasn't going to be the Night Prince here, she thought, given that the man hadn't spoken a word to her since she'd walked in through the front door of his castle.
After waiting so long to hear from him that the silence became insufferable, Winter at last took the final few bites of her meal before pushing aside her plate, and standing up from her chair.
“Listen,” she said, “This meal was great... But I had such a long trip here, I think I'm just going to head to my room and get some sleep...”
This, it seemed, at last managed to spur a reaction in Glace, whose eyes bolted up to her. He stood up from his seat, with the same sort of manners displayed by Jim Slush that dictated a man should stand for a lady when she got up from the dinner table. It was in this moment, however, that Glace's one single bargaining chip was laid out on the table- and God, was it ever a big one...
Winter's jaw nearly hit the floor as she caught sight of the clear and vivid impression of a gigantic phallus through the thin cloth of Glace's tunic, clearly erect and throbbing for her, and more immense in its scope than any other set of genitals Winter had ever before spotted on the body of a fellow human being.
Suddenly, all of the suppressed sexual energy Winter had been left with after having her advances shot down by Jim Slush came stampeding back in abundance, and her mind went racing with the possibilities that lay before her field of vision on a silver effing platter.
She was so mesmerized by his hugeness that she forgot to breathe for a moment, and when she attempted to swallow she found that her throat was as dry as the desert sand.
“Well hello,” she said, speaking more to Glace's crotch than to the Night Prince himself.
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In a matter of moments, they were upstairs in his bedroom. Glace's skin was surprisingly warm and soothing against her own despite his icy facade, sweat pouring in torrents down along their aroused and eager bodies. Glace had her wrapped up tight in his arms, the two of them kissing with an intense hunger, seemingly unable to get enough of one another. Winter was moaning, crying out with pleasure as he devoured her, his kisses lacking the genuine intimacy of Jim's, but the sheer brute force of his love driving her wild. His hands were all over her, sliding across her clothes, squeezing all the air out of her. He pushed his hands up beneath her dress, grabbing her by the ass, and picked her up against himself, their bodies melting together. She wrapped her legs tight around him and loved the feeling of his massive cock pressing up against her crotch through the fabric of her clothes.
She was so damn wet right now that there was no doubt in her mind she could handle every ounce of what he had in store for her...
They continued to kiss, to ravish, to ravage one another for minutes on end, Winter's nature quickly turning to that of a depraved animal, and her ability to control herself rapidly diminishing. To make this feat even more difficult for her, now, Glace was reaching for the hem of her dress, pulling it up, and bringing the two of them even closer together in the process. Winter lifted up her arms and allowed herself to be stripped quite happily, now remaining cradled in his powerful arms in nothing but her set of delicate, lacy black panties. She began to grind her milky white skin up against his own blue flesh as their torsos pressed together, the two of them seeming as though they might be on the verge of dissolving into one at any given moment.
In the back of her mind, Winter simply couldn't understand it... This brutish, hyper-masculine, sex-crazed being normally wasn't her type at all, and yet something about him, his testosterone fueled ferocity, was making him irresistible to her.
He seized hold of her tits now, kneading them up in his sizable hands like dough, putting his lips on the nipples, sinking his teeth into them. Winter cried out with pleasure, and knew that she could no longer hold back from indulging her every lurid craving with this man.
Slowly she managed to disentangle herself from his powerful embrace, not fully separating herself, but standing and then kneeling down to the ground so that her face became eye level with the tremendous, tantalizing lump that was the object of her obsession. Glace, seeming to know what she was up to, took his hands off of her for the moment, content to stand back and let her do the work for a while.
She placed a hand on his bulge, caressing it with the utmost reverence, her throat constricting slightly with anticipation for the challenge she knew she'd just taken on for herself. Still, though, there was no turning back on it now, and with this in mind, she reached up, and hooked her fingers into the fabric of his tunic. Slowly she pulled the thing down, down from off of him, letting it slide from his pelvis to his thighs to his knees. Immediately, the unmatched hugeness of his big blue cock came springing out into the open, swaying through the air, the engorged tip dripping with clear streams of pre-ejaculate.
Winter's eyes widened at the sight of the thing. Uncircumcised and unwieldy, it was even bigger in person than it had appeared beneath the fabric of the tunic, and now more than ever she began to doubt her ability to down such a phallus, regardless of which orifice was involved in doing so.
That did little to quell her enthusiasm, however, as she slowly began to slide her wrist along the immensity of Glace's tremendous, veiny dick. It was hard as ice but hot as fire as she began to pump his engorged shaft, the foreskin sliding up and down along him, his head emerging further and further as he continued to increase in his hugeness. Fluids continued to drip down along him in streams, getting her hands all sticky as she jerked him off, her arms quickly getting tired as she put everything she had into pleasing him.
She could tell, after a short while, that he was beginning to grow impatient for her mouth. Slowly, then, she stooped down between his thighs, parting her lips. She slid her tongue up between the indent in his scrotum, licking his huge, clean-shaven testicles. She took them in her mouth, coating them with saliva, and popping her lips several times as she pulled on the skin.
Glace began to sigh up above, the most noise she'd heard him make the entire time since she'd arrived. Knowing she was onto something, she continued to nibble on him this way, until at last, slowly sliding her tongue along the underside of his shaft, coating him with saliva, all the way up to his engorged blue tip. Here she opened her mouth wider than ever, knowing that getting him all down was going to be one hell of a challenge.
She slowly brought herself forward, allowing her lips to melt around his tip. She moved carefully, and deliberately, struggling to suppress her gag reflex as she downed inch by inch of his long blue immensity. He came sliding down gradually along the tight, wet crook of her throat, stretching her lips out to capacity and pulling her to the breaking point. Several times over she made gagging noises, but managed to stop herself and continue, her mind focused on the task at hand. At last he placed a hand on the back of her skull, shoving the remaining few inches of himself into her, and holding her firmly in place up against his body.
Her nostrils were flaring as she struggled to breathe, and every single inch of her body was concentrated on keeping him down inside of herself.
Slowly, very slowly, she began to regurgitate him, pushing his wet dick back out from inside her, and building up an unbearable suction as she pulled her lips all the way back along him. He was coated in her fluids by the time she made it all the way back, and after a moment's pause for breath, she shoved herself back in the opposite direction once again.
Her throat began to bulge as she deep throated her well-hung Night Prince, moving slowly at first as she accustomed herself to his immensity, but the task getting easier and easier as the moments ticked by. She began to make agonized grunting noises as she pumped
her entire body toward and away from him, her breasts bouncing, fluids beginning to course down along her chin in torrents. She sucked and sucked, dedicating herself to pleasing him, and pushing herself further and further past her own limitations than she'd previously imagined to be humanly possible.
Her ultimate challenge, however, came when Glace placed a hand once more on the back of her head, and elected to take over the progression of this blowjob himself- he showed her absolutely no mercy...
He began to throat-fuck her hard, heaving his body into her, drilling her neck so hard that she thought she might be unable to swallow for a week. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper, the brutality of it invigorating beyond what words could describe.
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