Chapter 3 - Keeping Warm

"I find that gratitude begets, among other things, desire."

Tags: rescued, cuddling, kissing, virgin, cunnilingus, missionary, creampie.
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The snowstorm battered Ciaran Xanderson. It had been ongoing for hours, and Ciaran's entire body was numb with cold. He thought it'd be over by now, but clearly not. He couldn't find any nearby shelter to make a fire in, and he wasn't sure how long he could keep walking. He c ouldn't even remember what he'd come up to Asmana's northern region for.

His legs suddenly gave way, unable to keep going. Was he going to freeze to death here? Just another adventurer who underestimated the power of nature? No... it couldn't end like this... not like... this...

"Sex awake?" A voice asked faintly.

"Uuh..."

"Is sex awake?" The voice was more clear as Ciaran slowly opened his eyes.

"AH!" Ciaran backed up rapidly, for he saw something very much like a hairy white troll before his eyes.

"Sorry! Me sorry. Me no hurt sex-me help sex!" the creature cried, holding up two apologetic hands.

The... whatever it was, was clearly female. Two mild breasts stuck out from her chest, covered in white fur like the rest of her large, plump body. The exception was her hands, which were covered in hardened skin not unlike a wolf's paws. Her face also jutted forwards slightly. Ciaran could make out her blackened eyes and grey lips, but no nose protruding outwards. He could see two nostrils though, thin as they were.

"How did I get here?" Ciaran asked.

"Me carried sex here. Heard cry help and saw sex collapse in storm. Me bring sex to cave, hope wake up." His savior answered.

"Thank you for saving me, but I didn't cry for help-I was too weak."

"Me heard woman cry 'help' though." she answered "Followed voice and found sex. Didn't hear with ears-with head."

That was all Ciaran needed to know. Wakeeda. She must have used Ciaran's dullen magic to sound a mental beacon for help. He kept forgetting she always watched over him from her shack.

"I understand now. By the way, my name isn't sex. It's Ciaran." The wizard started to get a bit closer to her.

"Then what purple 'sex' on body?"

Ciaran looked at where she pointed: to the purple 'C.X.' on his tunic. "Oh, those are my initials. My name is Ciaran Xanderson. What's your name?"

"No have name. Some call 'Yeti'. Some call 'monster'. Me don't know what means." She replied, shrugging.

"It means they really don't like you." Ciaran explained shortly.

"Why? Me no hurt them. Live here in cave."

"They're just bigots. Not worth the trouble." The wizard was telling himself as much as the yeti. He couldn't stand bigots. Ciaran shivered slightly. There wasn't a fire or anything, and his tunic was still soaked with snow. Yeti's eyebrows raised.

"Does Ciaran want keep warm? Yeti can help keep warm." She opened her arms wide "Come. Yeti hold Ciaran."

Shakily, Ciaran stumbled forwards into Yeti's arms and she embraced him tightly, but not so tight it hurt. Yeti's chest was soft and fluffy, in contrast to the coarse hair Ciaran expected. The wizard found himself quickly getting warmer as Yeti lay down with his head against her chest. He wrapped his own arms around her and hugged her back.

Yeti's plump body was extremely warm. The wizard found himself resting his head on her chest, between her breasts. In answer, she gently fell back and let him lay on top of her, supporting his weight with clear ease. His hands moved from her back and to her sides.

"Ciaran... Yeti feel strange..." She informed the wizard, sounding a little worried. "Yeti feel very hot downwards..."

"Where?" Ciaran asked, breaking the hug.

"Feel hot... here..." She gently touched her nethers as she whispered "What mean?"

The wizard was slightly surprised. She didn't know what heat meant? Did that mean she was...

"Yeti, tell me something. How do I smell?" Ciaran asked, moving closer again.

"Ciaran smell good... Yeti like..." the creature told him, taking a large sniff "Ciaran smell... make Yeti hotter... What mean, Ciaran? Yeti... worried..."

"Don't be. It just means that you like me." Ciaran told her. "Close your eyes. I'll show you."

The wizard wasn't sure what was coming over him. Maybe his other encounters had emboldened him. Yeti closed her eyes and Ciaran gently placed his lips to hers. Yeti's eyes flew open and she looked surprised. Ciaran broke the kiss before he could get too into it.

"How did that feel?" he asked, nearly whispering.

"Uhh... Ye-Yeti..." Yeti stammered. "Fe-felt good..."

"Do you want me to do it again?"

"Y-Yes." She nodded.

"Open your mouth a little this time..." The wizard moved in again. 

Yeti met him this time. She parted her lips and Ciaran gently eased his tongue in. She seemed surprised, but let him explore her mouth. Her tongue didn't feel rough like he expected, and his own circled it. A hand moved upwards and took hold of her left breast, gently squeezing it.

Yeti moaned into their kiss, starting to match his motions. One of her hands rested on top of his head, pushing him into the kiss while the other hand moved downwards and squeezed his buttock. The wizard noticed that she'd opened her legs, seemingly by instinct alone.

Ciaran pulled back, breaking the kiss and leaving a small trail of drool. He was fully hard now, and eager to move on. But before then, he had to get Yeti ready.

"Stay still. I want to taste you..." Ciaran asked of her.

"T-taste Yeti?" her voice had a twinge of fear.

"Not like that." Ciaran chuckled, moving downwards "Try to relax yourself. If you want me to stop, just tell me. Okay?"

"O...okay..." Yeti meekly answered.

His tongue met her nether lips and she flinched in pleasure. Yeti's pussy tasted rather strange. It was very salty in contrast to other women. But Ciaran didn't mind-his tongue licked up her pink slit in long, slow motions that made the Yeti moan throatily. His thumbs spread apart her lips widely as he pushed his tongue inside her, making her squeal.

"Ah... Me... like..." Yeti moaned.

The wizard tongue-fucked Yeti, thrusting as deeply as he could before pulling back. Her noticed her bead hardening in answer to to his treatment. His mouth moved upwards and he sucked on it, making her jerk and nearly closing her legs on him. He smiled internally-he loved catching his lovers by surprise like that. 

Ciaran's tongue slowly licked her bead up and down as his fingers began to work on her pussy. He placed two fingers together and slowly pushed them into Yeti, causing her to moan loudly. He spread them apart inside her to find that she was as tight as a... Well, a virgin.  This knowledge in mind, he couldn't wait any longer. It was now or not at all.

"Do you want to move on to the next thing?" Ciaran asked, pulling back.

"Y-yes. Yeti curious. Want more..."

"Okay: stay laying down."

Ciaran felt he should be slightly fearful as he placed a hand either side of her, yet nothing but pure desire burned in his heart. Taking the virginity of a Yeti. To think the mere thought would once have repulsed him... Now he couldn't be more excited at the action. And his family had told him he couldn't change who he was.

The wizard pushed himself forwards gently and his cock head broke into the entrance. A gasp escaped both of them, and it turned into a moan as Ciaran started to push inside Yeti. Inch by inch... The slow pace was nearly killing the wizard, but Yeti's comfort was more important than his pleasure.

Ciaran felt his crotch gently hit Yeti's. He was fully inside her entrance now. Her insides felt very warm, and she clenched tightly around him. He also felt her legs wrap behind his own, though she was unable to lift them higher up his body. He was silently grateful-she may have crushed his back in pleasure by accident.

"Ah! Ah... Feel... Ciaran feels very good!" Yeti announced.

"Good, I haven't hurt you then. I'm going to start moving now, okay?" The wizard asked.

"O-okay..."

Ciaran pulled back before pushing inside again, slowly building up his tempo. Yeti's virgin pussy was as tight as it was wet, and her throaty moans resounded around the cave. Looking down, Ciaran saw no blood on his cock. So he hadn't jumped to the sex too quickly. That was a relief to know.

"Ah... More... faster..." 

"Are you sure?"

"Yes... faster... please..."

At Yeti's panted request, the wizard began to fuck her faster. Harder. The wizard started to moan as well, joining his voice with Yeti's and singing his pleasure together with her. She cupped his face with her hands and pulled him low as he fucked her, meeting their lips again. She kissed him with unbridled passion, her tongue dancing lustfully with his.

The wizard could feel his pressure building inside. Although he didn't dare break the kiss, he already knew where she wanted it. Especially as her legs had wrapped around his and he doubted he could pull out anyway. Ciaran felt his pressure break as he thrust inside one last time. His cock spurted one, two, three loads into Yeti's wetness as he moaned into her mouth. 

Yeti wrapped her arms around Ciaran and she deepened the kiss. Ciaran's arms wrapped around her neck and he met her with eagerness until she broke it. Still hazy from his orgasm and the intense kiss that came with it, he rested his head on her chest for a few moments... 

He only opened his eyes when he realized something: aside from the fire crackling, it was silent. The howling of the wind had gone. Looking to the cave entrance, he saw that the snowstorm had finally ended. It was time that the wizard got going. He gently pushed against Yeti and got up, beginning to redress.

"No stay?" Yeti asked.

"I'd like to, but I have a duty to perform out there." Ciaran told her.

"Duty important?"

"Yes; very important. Thank you for helping me keep warm."

"Thank you for..." But Yeti couldn't finish the sentence. "Can Ciaran come again sometime?"

"We'll have to wait and see." The wizard answered, holstering his wand. "But if you meet other adventurers who you like, don't just force them into such things. Offer yourself to them."

"Okay, Ciaran. Yeti never forget you though." She told him.

Ciaran stepped out of the cave and into the sunlight. After his eyes had adjusted to the sight, he saw something that nearly made him groan. A mob of 10 people or more had congregated outside the cave. The wizard already didn't like the look of this. Asmanans may have been more accepting of others than Westenders, but that wasn't a high benchmark. 

One of them, a bald black-skinned man, stepped forwards. "Are you hurt? Did it hurt you at all?" he asked hurridley. From the way that the rest of them followed after him, he was the leader of this little mob.

"No. She saved me, in fact. I was caught in that blizzard and she brought me into the cave. Helped me keep warm." Ciaran informed them.

"Likely because it wanted to keep you for itself." Another mob member told him.

"You're lucky you got out." A second chimed in.

"Too right. Just head south: we'll take care of it." The leader told Ciaran.

"No." Ciaran's word shocked them "You back off of her. She's done nothing to hurt any of you."

"Yet! How long until it starts venturing out to kill our livestock? Steal our crops?!" The mob leader cried. "It's a threat, just like that witch doctor in Spirit Swamp!"

Rage flared in Ciaran, and something of it must have shown because the group backed away from him slightly. His voice came out as quiet and deadly as death herself "That witch doctor happens to be my best friend. I have no patience or tolerance for bigots like you, so you've all got 10 seconds to start running before I blast the judgemental idiocy out of you."

"We won't win this fight, Hank." One of the mob told the leader. "I've only just recognized him: this is Ciaran Xanderson. He's got the longest win streak in Agliophilia."

"My reputation precedes me. If I intended for Yeti to be dead, she would be dead. So let me make this clear: I will draw my wand in five seconds. You have until then to run like your lives depend on it. Because they will." Ciaran threatened them. 

"There's 11 of us and one of you. How do you expect to win?" Hank hissed.

"Ha!" Ciaran gave a single laugh before his expression turned dark "6 of you."

The mob turned around and saw that nearly half of the group had run away. Hank's face dropped as the remaining 5 left as well.

Ciaran counted down. "Five. Four. Three. T-" But the leader turned tail and ran away at a surprising speed.

The wizard smirked to himself. Having a reputation in Asmana had both it's perks and cons. Satisfied that they wouldn't come back, he set off southwards with a crick of his neck. Wakeeda wasn't going to believe this...

...actually, knowing her, she probably would.