I drew a hand down his chest, and this time, when I felt his skin tense, I leaned into him, breathing him in. He was cold, yes, but beyond that, he was so much more. Ethereal, almost. Otherworldly to the extreme. I felt almost as if I did not belong in his mere presence.
He was a god, and I was… I was just a mortal girl from some nameless village who’d taken the place of her sister as his bride-to-be. I was nameless, but Abner was eternity made flesh.
While I was busy taking in his upper half, Abner slipped off his boots, then his pants. Bit by bit, inch by inch, everything came off his body, and he only stopped once he stood before me, utterly bare.
Utterly bare and absolutely attractive in every way. His manhood stood hard, at attention, ready for what we were about to do, and I did my best to not stare at it, but it was difficult.
Whatever anxieties sat in my gut slowly faded away as Abner reached for me, his hands running softly along my shoulders as he tried to find a way to help me out of what I wore. Such a silly man; it was merely a night slip, nothing more. Since he seemed to be clueless about it, I reached for the sash tied around my waist, undoing it and letting its fabric fall open.
I heard Abner inhale sharply when he raked his eyes upon me as I let the slip drop from my shoulders and fall to the floor. I wore nothing under it, and truthfully, even though I stood near him, I was still quite hot from that dream. I guess I was about to see if Winter could cool me down.
Hopefully he would not turn me to ice.
We slipped under the covers, Abner’s lean body on top of mine, and when we came together that time, there was nothing holding us back, no clothes hindering our movements. We were all greedy, grasping hands and hungry mouths. We were two lost souls, coming together, trying to create something new. This, becoming one with Abner, was inevitable in every single way.
He tore his mouth off mine, and I turned my head somewhat when he brought his lips to my neck, paying special attention to the crook of it, showering it with kisses and making me shiver. His body was cool, yes—of course it radiated the same coldness it always did, but as we went on, I could feel him growing warmer.
That, or perhaps I simply got used to his coldness.
A sigh left me when his hands roamed my chest, his smooth palms grazing my nipples. He pawed at them, cupping them, holding them as he returned his mouth to mine, swallowing up any groans that dared escape my throat. I felt his hardness pressing against me, felt the aching in my core; I wanted him. I wanted him so much all logical thought had flown from my mind.
If this was wrong, I didn’t want to be right.
I spread my legs beneath him, needing him in a desperate way I couldn’t say I’d ever felt before. My whole body felt alive, which wasn’t to say it didn’t feel alive before, but here and now… it was like every touch, every kiss, every single thing that was done caused my nerves and my muscles to burn with a desire I never knew was possible.
That merchant’s son? Let’s just say it hadn’t exactly been a great time. For him, sure—he found his happy ending. But me? No, and until now I used to think that was just how it was supposed to be. I never knew I could want something this bad, that having another man’s touch on me, his mouth on mine, could feel so unbelievably good.
Abner lifted his mouth off mine, staring down at me with eyes that appeared more silver than grey, more reflective than they should be since we were in the dark with nothing but a sliver of moonlight and the dull glowing ice on the walls. His stare was a god’s stare, inhuman, supernatural, and stunningly beautiful.
He took on a half-lidded look, and I felt him lift his body off mine somewhat, one of his hands leaving my chest to reach between us. If I had to guess, I’d say he was stroking himself, once, maybe twice, before positioning his cock at my entrance. I’d seen it, and honestly I had no idea how something like that would fit inside of me; it was quite sizable. At least bigger than that poor merchant’s boy’s cock.
I should not be thinking of my first time, not when I was about to have sex with a literal god, I knew, but I couldn’t control the direction my mind went. It was going crazy with need, and I knew the only thing that would calm it down, the only thing that would settle the fires burning deep inside of me was to feel that large cock filling me up in a way a smaller one never could.
Once his bulbous tip started poking in, Abner removed his hand from his rod, once more leaning over me as he pushed inside. Our eyes locked, both of us breathing hard. It was a slow, deliberate movement, his first thrust to fill my core, and I let out a short moan once he was fully inside, hilt-deep in me.
Oh, gods. I forgot what it was like—although I suppose I could argue with myself and tell myself there was no way the merchant’s son had felt like this. This was ecstasy in the highest degree, the kind of bliss you could only dream of. He filled me, and my body felt complete.
Abner leaned his forehead on mine, breathing raggedly. He said not a word, just as speechless as I was, but he did start to move his hips, dragging that length out of me before pushing it back in. He took on a slow rhythm, and each thrust of those hips pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
The coolness seeping from his skin, including the cock nestled deep inside me, was at war with the heat I felt. Combine them, and it was just too much. Too much for my poor body to handle.
It did not take me long to find a release. Perhaps it was because of the fact I was sleeping with a god, so everything was heightened, or perhaps it was because I was still revved up from that dream, but it didn’t matter. My hands found Abner’s back, nails digging into his skin as I cried out my pleasure, my core tightening on his cock as every muscle in my body tensed beneath his.
Pleasure surged through me like a storm, like a wild, thunderous winter storm, filling me to the brink, just as Abner’s cock did. My eyelids slammed shut, and I lost myself to the feeling of bliss, riding the high my body gave me. A feeling like that… you could get used to it. You could even get addicted to the pleasure. I couldn’t say whether or not I’d ever experienced something so raw, so carnal and pure.
It was amazing.
When I opened my eyes, once the orgasm had faded, I found Abner keeping his pace, his cock pushing inside of me over and over as he gazed down at me with an expression that was almost wistful. Such a handsome, slender face, unearthly with those silver eyes.
“The sounds you make,” Abner whispered, his voice lower than I’d ever heard it before, “I could listen to them all night.”
I hummed, giving him a smile that was probably more sloppy than anything. “Then maybe you should.” A challenge for Abner to keep going, for him to not stop at all while moonlight came in through the window. He was a god, after all. He was Winter. Surely, he had stamina.
After all, the only thing that was better than a single orgasm was more orgasms.
His lips—things which were almost eternally caught in a frown or a scowl—actually quirked upwards, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he smiled down at me. He murmured, “As you wish,” and then he got to work.
We lost ourselves in each other, truly. Time ceased to matter. Me only remaining in this castle to make a decision didn’t matter. Whatever the future held for me, for us—if indeed there even was an us—didn’t matter. None of it mattered. The only thing that did was us, the feeling of our bodies connecting, our souls reaching out and intertwining.