by Eric Vall
“Sure,” Erin said as she gazed at me with a content expression.
I tugged the blanket free from my pack and managed to unfold it so it covered most of the ice hut’s floor.
Erin lay down on the blanket’s surface, and she nodded as she moved her thinly-gloved hands over the ground.
“I think it is better,” she said, and then she gave me an appraising look. “It might be even better if you slept right next to me.”
“I can’t argue with that,” I answered in a low tone.
Erin sat up and opened the front of her coat, and I did the same. Under the thick, downy fabric, her shirt was torn in places, and her creamy, unmarred skin showed through the gaps.
I lifted one hand and removed my glove before I traced a rip in her shirt. When my fingers met her skin, she shivered.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” I said quietly. “That was a close one.”
Erin tossed her orb of flame upward, and it bobbed on its own near the top of the ice cave. Then she took her gloves off and set them to one side.
“It was too close,” she agreed, and she leaned toward me before she traced a path down my shirt with her bare hand. “This is good, though. Feeling you, knowing you’re alive, it’s reassuring.”
“I could say the same to you,” I murmured as I ran my hand down her chest and across her folded leg.
Erin’s eyes grew dark and wanting, and she took my hand before she guided it toward her inner thighs.
“I’m still cold,” she told me in a voice loaded with meaning, “but I know a good way to warm up.”
I chuckled and smiled as I took the hint.
“I could go for some warmer activities,” I responded easily. “You might have to take those pants off first, though.”
“Why don’t you help me,” Erin suggested as she winked.
For a moment, I marveled at her open lustfulness. Erin was a virgin when I first had sex with her, but she had grown from a nervous, uncertain lover into one who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.
“When did you become so bold?” I asked as I cocked an eyebrow.
“When my teacher gave me such good instruction,” she answered in a playful voice without a moment of hesitation.
I grinned at the idea of being called a teacher, and the thought filled me with heated anticipation. I’d barely shown the orange-haired mimic anything yet, and there was so much left for her to learn.
Erin stretched her legs out, and I unlaced her boots before I pulled each one off her feet. Then I tugged at the hem of her pants, and she smiled as she sat up on her knees to allow me better access.
The small dimensions of the ice hut made maneuvering difficult, and Erin giggled as I struggled with the pants. Finally, she tilted onto her back, and I stripped the thick snow pants off in one go.
“Ridiculous clothing,” I said with a teasing grin. “I don’t know how anybody can live in Svellfrer’s Rest.”
“I think it’s the satisfaction of ripping them off,” Erin suggested with a lustful lilt to her voice.
“And getting to see what’s underneath,” I added as I examined her outfit.
I stripped off her coat and threw it to one side of the ice cave. Under the snow gear, Erin was wearing an outfit worthy of the warmer weather in Varle Enclave.
On top, the white shirt was cropped short and fitted tightly under her breasts as it exposed the rest of her torso. Pale, green detailing traveled over the short sleeves to add some interest to the outfit, and the color had a nice contrast against her orange hair. Short white leggings traveled down her hips to end just above her knees. A thick band of white fabric encircled her hips, and it flared into a green half-skirt that covered her backside while it revealed everything in front.
“I haven’t seen this outfit before,” I commented as I ran my hands against the bare expanse of her back.
“Maybe it was supposed to be a surprise,” Erin teased back. “I figured it would be safe to wear it today because the snow gear would hide it, but then we fell down an entire mountain.”
“That does tend to change plans,” I remarked, and I teased my hand under the white fabric to squeeze her ass.
She let out a low sound of pleasure before she smiled and leaned forward to strip my clothing off. I let her hands do as they wanted while I teased my fingers around her slender hips and thighs.
Erin unbuttoned my shirt and threw it from my shoulders, then she started on my pants. After she undid each of the buttons, I stood and took my boots and socks off before I helped her slide them off my legs.
“It’s amazing how warm it is in here,” Erin said as she pressed her body close to mine, “but you’re the warmest thing by far.”
“Hm,” I hummed, “I think I need a better read on you before I can agree for certain. What if you’re the warmest thing?”
Erin giggled as I pulled her leggings down and freed her legs. Underneath, she had pale green panties that matched her outfit, and I left them on for now in favor of working at her top.
“It’s tied in the back,” she whispered conspiratorially, and I grinned as I reached around to feel the ribbon that held the thick fabric of her shirt together. When I pulled the bow, the back came loose, and I pulled her top off entirely.
Her breasts sprang free, and I made an appreciative noise as I molded my hands around her silky-smooth flesh.
The orange-haired mimic squirmed and sighed as I worked my fingers over her nipples, and I teased them until she began to tug at her skirt eagerly.
I relented and unhooked the white sash of fabric, and her skirt fell away. As I pulled off her green panties, Erin melted against me with obvious lust as she palmed me through my undershorts.
“You want this?” I asked innocently.
“Yes, yes,” she repeated as she pulled my cock free and ran her hand along my length.
I stripped naked, and we both were now completely bare to the air around us. Erin’s eyes roved over me hungrily before she laid herself back down on the blanket.
I slid forward and plunged two of my fingers into her tight, wet entrance. My hand was all but sucked inside, and the mimic hissed as I touched deep inside her before I pulled back again.
Erin gasped and writhed as I worked her looser, and her legs opened wider as she readied herself for me subconsciously.
“I never thought I’d be doing this outdoors,” she moaned as I scissored my fingers inside her.
“It’s not outdoors if we don’t take advantage of it,” I responded as an idea came to my mind.
With my free hand, I folded up a corner of the blanket. Then I collected a bit of snow on my fingers and ran it across her stomach.
Erin shivered and gasped as the snow melted across her skin.
“Good or bad?” I asked while I moved my fingers inside her.
“Good,” she responded with a moan. “Definitely good.”
I took it a step further and collected more snow before I ran it across Erin’s breasts. Her nipples hardened and tightened as my snow melted on her chest, and she panted as the icy sensation hit her.
Then I leaned forward and breathed hot air onto her breasts before I warmed her up by taking each nipple in my mouth. She sighed as the goosebumps on her chest disappeared, and I purred as she leaned into my touch.
“Oh,” Erin exclaimed as she squirmed into my hand. “Gryff, this is amazing. The sensation … “
She trailed off as I came back with more snow for her clit and thighs, and her words turned into nothing more than pants and gasps.
Suddenly, without warning, she came, and her moan turned into an ecstatic yell as she shouted out my name. Her legs clenched around my hand, and her body shook as her spine arched and her toes curled.
I took my fingers out from inside Erin, and she sighed as her pleasure waned temporarily. I turned my full attention to her breasts as I massaged them and flicked at the sensitive nubs.
“I want you to … “ Erin began, but she could
n’t finish the sentence.
“Don’t worry,” I told her in a hushed tone. “Just tell me what you want.”
“Fuck my boobs,” she demanded, and her face colored pink as she made the request.
My eyes widened in pleasant surprise, but I wasn’t going to argue with that.
“If you really want me to,” I told her with a wink, “I’m glad to indulge.”
She blushed harder and nodded, so I leaned back and let her do the work for once.
Erin crawled forward and let her breasts hang before she pushed them together with her hands. She didn’t have the largest boobs out of all my women, but they were more than average, and her breasts were gorgeously round when she squeezed them up and together.
She grabbed her own handful of snow and rubbed it over her breasts to give them a slick surface. Then Erin leaned down and pressed my cock between her boobs before she slid up and down slowly.
My breath rushed out as delicious pressure slid around my cock, and I loved the sight of her bent over me as her breasts spilled over her hands.
She glanced up to meet my eyes, and the look of seduction she gave me was heart-stoppingly intense. Her pupils were dark and wide, and the rim of amber iris around them glittered with lust. She bounced up and down as my cock poked through the top of her breasts, and her speed increased as pleasure mounted inside me.
Finally, neither of us could wait any longer. I moved to sit up, and she dropped my cock obligingly. Her breasts were slick and shiny, and a red flush traveled between them and down her stomach.
I leaned Erin back before I spread her legs to either side, and she smiled as her pupils widened in excitement. Then I guided my cock into her entrance, and she exploded into moans of pleasure.
The cold had somehow made her pussy tighter than ever before, and it clenched around my cock with an amazing grip that gave us both delicious friction as I pumped in and out of her. She was extra slick from the melted water, and my cock slipped deep into her with ease as she seemed to wrap around me.
She enveloped me, and I leaned close to massage her breasts as bliss mounted inside me. Her legs bent sideways into a wide shape as she pressed her feet together along my back. She crossed her ankles, and my angle got deeper and better as I thrust inside her.
I took another handful of snow and rubbed it down her hot back, and that was enough to send her over the edge. Erin climaxed as the cold water dripped down her back, chest, stomach, and around my cock, and I could feel the walls of her pussy clench against me in rhythmic spasms.
I thrust through her orgasm until pressure built up inside me, and I came as my wave of pleasure crested. My seed gushed inside her tight tunnel, and I stilled as I pressed our hips together in one last thrust when I emptied.
Erin panted, and our eyes met as satisfaction thrilled through us both. Then I took my cock out of her and let the chilled air cool us both down.
I lay next to her and draped her coat over her to keep her warm. She snuggled closer to me, and I stroked one hand across her neck idly as my mind wandered in lazy circles.
When Erin fell asleep, her fire spell dissipated into flecks of flame which faded quickly from existence. The ice hut was warm and safe, and the darkness was perfect for a solid night of sleep.
I closed my eyes and drifted off.
I woke to a pale sliver of light entering our ice hut, and I realized the sun had started to rise. I shook Erin awake, and she yawned as I crawled toward the air hole.
I peered outside only to be met with the sight of snow piled nearly to the top of our ice hut, and it even threatened to cover our air hole. A ton of snow had fallen overnight, but the blizzard had stopped completely, so we were home free.
I began to put my clothes on as I prepared for the cold outdoors, and Erin followed suit. She slipped on her nice outfit before she added her coat, socks, and boots.
“We’ll have to tunnel out,” I commented. “Shouldn’t be too hard with your fire powers.”
“It’ll be a piece of cake,” Erin pronounced. “Stand back, I’m gonna tear a hole through this thing.”
I shuffled to the wall as Erin crouched in front of me with her legs spread to balance her. She worked her hands in a circle, and a glowing, white-hot spiral of flame formed between them. It pulsed with the movement of her hands, and I could feel the heat radiate from it as she worked the spell.
The orange-haired mimic pushed her palms together, and the spiral tightened into a seething ball of fire. It whined faintly with pent-up energy, and offshoots of flame pricked from its surface as if Erin couldn’t quite contain them..
“Uh,” I started, “Maybe this is a little too--”
Erin gestured, and my words were drowned out instantly. The flame shot from her hands like a cannon, and it tore an enormous hole through the side of our ice hut as it spiraled into the snow beyond. Sizzling ice was left in its wake, and steam hissed into the sky in a giant cloud of vapor. The snow dissolved completely in the furrow Erin’s fire carved, and I gawked at the charred ground revealed by her efforts.
“There,” she panted. “Now we can get out.”
“That,” I replied faintly, “was terrifying.”
“What?” Erin asked petulantly. “Naw, it’s fine.”
“You carved a trench the length of the valley,” I refuted incredulously as I shook my head in disbelief.
“Maybe it was a little overkill,” she conceded, “but it worked, didn’t it? We’re not hurt.”
I peered at Erin as if I would notice a new limb missing or something, but of course she looked fine.
“I guess,” I admitted begrudgingly as my reaction turned into awe. “Man, that was amazing.”
“It was pretty neat,” Erin agreed with a grin as she bounced outside into the foggy, steaming air.
I wandered out after her and stared at the charred ground as I walked. Erin’s melted furrow continued for an incredible span of ground, and it was wide enough across that I couldn’t touch both walls of slushy snow at the same time even if I spread my arms out.
“Huh,” I said as I stared at the earth. “I guess all the plants here have to come back completely in the spring and summer before they die again.”
As I walked, part of the dirt transformed into a strangely smooth, flat rock. I frowned as I stared at the gray expanse of the rock, and something familiar about it nagged at the back of my mind. The rock stuck out of the ground by about four inches, but the sides were completely flat as well, and I could tell the stone continued further under the earth.
Suddenly, I knew exactly what I was looking at.
“Erin!” I called as I laughed with newfound glee. “You must be the luckiest girl alive.”
“Well, yeah!” she yelled back at me. “That’s why I fly an airship, you know. What are you talking about, though?”
“Come on over!” I insisted, and she shrugged before she began to sprint back toward me through the melted trench.
“Well?” she asked as she followed my pointing finger to the flat rock between us. “What is it?”
“We need to get the rest of the team,” I replied as a wide grin spread across my face. “We’ve done it. We’ve found the permanent rift location.”
Chapter 12
“You’re joking,” Erin said as she stared at the rock.
I leaned down and wiped away some dew, and a layer of dust and frost came with it. On the surface of the rock was a scrawl of obvious, unmistakable runes.
“There it is,” I announced. “We really found it.”
“What’s so important about this valley?” Erin asked with dumbfounded shock. “We fell here by accident. We don’t even know how to get here from the city itself.”
“Things change over a dozen centuries,” I guessed. “Maybe this location used to be more important.”
“Maybe,” Erin agreed as she frowned at the high sides of rock around us.
I ran a hand up my bandolier as I sought out my pyrewyrm’s essence crystal.
/> “You ready to go?” I asked as I clutched the crystal in one hand.
“I think so,” Erin responded, and her face lit up in a smile as she considered our escape. “Okay, let’s get the fuck out of here.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” I agreed, and I threw the crystal to the ground before us.
My pyrewyrm emerged in a flash and a puff of smoke, and its long neck twisted down toward us. Its talons clawed at the dirt and slush, and it made a thin, warbling trill of a sound as if to complain about the conditions.
“Oh, hush,” I told it as I put my hands on my hips. “We’re flying a wonderful lady again today, and you owe her some respect.”
My pyrewyrm rumbled petulantly and twisted its head over to Erin
“How does it know where I am?” Erin asked wonderingly. “Or anything, actually? It doesn’t have any eyes.”
“I think it senses heat,” I said as I pointed to two near-invisible divots on either side of its wormlike head. “These seem like the pits of a snake, or something similar.”
“Huh,” Erin commented with a frown. “Or maybe it’s just magic.”
“Could be,” I laughed as I patted the side of my pyrewyrm’s head. “I mean, I don’t see how it could scream at all without magic. Let’s get going.”
Erin nodded and followed my lead as I commanded my monster to crouch low. It did, and I clambered onto its back with serious effort as I tried to scramble into position without sliding off its black hide.
Erin got on after me, and I noticed my pyrewyrm crouched significantly lower for her. She hopped up with ease, and my monster rose again with a careful, steady movement.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice that,” I complained. “I can’t believe you’re nicer to her than your owner.”
My pyrewyrm shook out its back and stretched without a care in the world, as if it hadn’t heard me at all.
“Hey,” I repeated.
It scuffed at the dirt with the tip of one shadowy wing and obviously ignored my words.
“I think you’re imagining things,” Erin told me gently. “Y’know, it’s just a monster, and it can’t actually answer you.”