Chapter 1 - Warm in the Winter



Warm in the Winter
 
 
 
Jon grabbed ahold of his cloak as the winds of Northrend whipped around him on a most bleak night. With the harsh gusts came a cold that bit his flesh and made him shiver. Bloody north, he thought as snow flurries buffeted him. Beneath his black woolen cloak he wore silver plate armor which was practically frozen, and Jon dared not touch it. By now, he believed his cropped sharp hair was caked with frost, as was his full raven's mane of a beard turned white.
 
The campaign against the Lich King offered few reprieves, especially at night. It seemed that come dusk, the Scourge was drawn into a heat of battle. But not tonight. Tonight was very different, and that concerned Jon. So much so that he held his bastard sword in his prime hand, refusing to let it go. No Scourge is going to sneak up on me, Jon thought with lidded eyes.
 
"Cold enough for ye'?" A voice called out.
 
Jon whipped around to see one of his companions, Elizabeth, standing not far behind him. Like Jon, she was human. But unlike Jon, she was a Mage. She wore a red regalia that covered her from toe to neck, the bodice tight on her bust. In one hand she held a wooden staff that she used as a crutch without need for it. The covered arm came up to shield her gaze from the snow. Like Jon's cloak, her auburn hair was whipping against her pale flesh.
 
"Too cold," Jon grinned. "I much want to get out of this chill."
"So why don't you?" Elizabeth frowned.
Jon jabbed his sword towards the mountains, canyons, and spires of Northrend's Scourge. "You see that? Ten thousand or more undead lay in wait… Do ye' think I wish to have such beasts creep upon me in the dead of night?"
 
She laughed at that. "We're on the highest mountain, beset on three sides by Knights of the Ebon Blade, Dalaran Magi, and the Argent forces… Are you still so paranoid that you'd freeze to death in this cold?"
"I'd claim myself more stubborn then paranoid," Jon scowled at her.
"I've a tent, come warm yourself, silly," She beckoned with a single wave.
 
The relief Jon felt when he entered her tent was beyond compare. Already, the winds were gone from his face. The fireplace already melted most of the snow from his body. He had not noticed how fatigued he was in the cold, for he practically fell down when he poised to sit. She eased him down, giggling softly at his dismissals. Outside, the wind howled like a mother's mournful wails, and that did not settle well with Jon.
 
"There, not so bad, is it?" Elizabeth's cheeks were flushing red. "Warm, soft, safe-"
"It's not safe," Jon interrupted. "One cut and we'd-"
"-SAFE," Elizabeth struck him with the head of her staff. He yelled in pain. "Because I put up wards that will detonate upon the touch of a Scourge. When we heard the loud 'boom', then we will know we're not safe."
Jon rubbed his head, growling lowly.
 
Defeated, the stubborn man set his sword aside and spread his legs. It was all he could do to get comfortable in his heavy plate. Elizabeth seemed to mock his inability to find comfort, for she sat upon her own legs with her hands in her lap.
 
Twice he looked directly at her, and twice he found her with a curious glare. Her azure eyes were partially lidded, and her cheeks drawn up with a hard smirk. It made Jon wonder where her thoughts were trailing off to. He had not known her long enough to read her mind, but not short enough to call her a stranger.
 
"Have you considered removing some of your armor?" She blurted.
"Wha'-?" He looked over himself. "Why?" He blinked.
"Well…" She shuffled in place, chewing her lip. "There's a fireplace, you're in a tent. It's going to swelter soon. And if you fall asleep… You're going to cook in that heavy thing," she waved her hand dismissively. "Besides, you and I are not supposed to be on patrol until tomorrow. Afford yourself some time to rest."
 
Jon sighed, defeated again. "Fine," He said.
 
He took off his cloak first, then worked out most of his plates. His pauldrons came down, followed by his gauntlets, his boots. Piece by piece he removed and set aside in a neat pile behind him. All the while, Elizabeth was staring at him with a chewing lip. Twice he paused, and twice she looked away as though unawares. When all was removed, he was bare in a black doublet with white sleeves, black woolen breeches, and woolen socks.
 
"See? Isn't that much better?" She smirked. "Now if you don't mind-"
"What?" said Jon, then, he gawked.
 
Elizabeth undid her regalia. Her bodice came off, along with a clasp that freed her bust from her robes. Jon swore they grew a size or two larger when the chest piece came off. He was left with an agape jaw. Elizabeth sighed with content at the freedom, throwing her hair up and around and breathing loudly. "Much better," she mumbled. A sweet scent filled the air then, tickling Jon's nose. He liked the smell.
 
"So," Jon rubbed the back of his head. "Do you keep to this tent by yourself?"
"Often," said Elizabeth.
"What about tonight?"
"Not counting you?" She hummed. "Just me."
Jon nodded. "Do you… enjoy it?"
"It gets lonely."
"Oh?" Jon frowned. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," She shimmied forth.
"Why-"
"Because you're here to remedy that."
 
Jon quirked a brow as she approached. She put her staff aside and leaned forth on all fours. Her auburn hair fell in a tangle of locks over half her face. She came dangerously, teasingly close to him, staring into his eyes. The distraction was enough for Jon not to notice that she had taken a hand off to undo his belt. It was not until the clasp released that he realized.
 
"Hey, hey! What are you-" Jon tried to protest.
"Shut up for a minute, yeah?" Elizabeth grinned. "I want to show you how we get warm in the north."
"We?" He gawked.
"We, me, you, two people or more. Now shaddap!" She smirked as he hand whipped back, throwing his belt across the tent.
 
Jon went hard when her slender digits hovered over his crotch. One finger prodded at the lining of his leggings, poking his shaft to life. He went harder, harder, then fully erect all in the confines of his pants. When she poked at the full growth, a lustful gleam filled and twinkled in her eyes. "Oh, he's ready~" she softly cooed and wrapped her digits at his head of his pants, then pulled down.
 
His cock smacked into freedom, and she offered a faux gasp. "So big~" She mumbled as her tiny fingers wrapped around his full eight inch member. They were cold at first, but the warmth of him fused with her own soon enough. Jon gasped as she tugged gently on his member, slowly guiding her hand from base to tip. Her thumb rubbed at the poking head, sometimes she pressed down hard on it. It made Jon squirm, and she muffled a squeal in delight.
 
"Elizabeth, I-" He started.
"- Have never been blown before?" She scoffed. "Wouldn't be the first time."
"No I mean I-" He tried to tell her, I'm engaged, but the words just… did not pour forth.
"Yes?" She asked, waiting.
"Nevermind."
She scowled at that. But said nothing otherwise.
 
Elizabeth laid flat on her belly, keeping her hand on his veiny shaft. She tugged on him a little faster, and he bit his lip hard in response. Her fingers were soft, and warming by the second. It was nothing he had not done before… but it was different when someone else was doing it to you. It was better.
 
Leaning forth and down, Elizabeth hovered her maw over the cock and let out a misty breath that tickled Jon's length. He murmured something in response. She let her pink tongue slide out tauntingly, flicking the tip of her muscle across his own pink head. It tickled him, and she giggled in response.
 
Then, she leaned further.
 
His head vanished between her plump pink lips, then half of his length, then the rest of him up to her hand which locked firmly at the base of his shaft. Her lips clamped down and her eyes shut. Jon gasped as a soft, warm, wetness surrounded his cock. Gently, she bobbed her head up and down while tugging gently on the base of his member. He cooed and groaned with pleasured delight to each sway of her head, while she mumbled and moaned against his sex.
 
Unwillingly, one of Jon's hands rose up to grasp a handful of Elizabeth's hair. At that, she opened up one of her glimmering eyes to stare at him with a glossy azure iris. He thought she was disapproving of that until her eye blinked, as if in wink and she smiled around his cock. Then, she closed that eye and buried herself deeper on him which ushered a deep gasp from the still-seated warrior. Like a knee-jerk, he tugged down on her hair until her hand pulled away and her nose touched his groin. She moaned against his cock then tried to pull back. Jon resisted her leave at first, then let go.
 
She popped off of his cock with a loud gasp. A trickle of saliva clung from her lips to his cock. She lapped it up.
 
"Give a lady some air, yeah?" She giggled.
"Sorry, I just-"
"Got so into it? Yeah, yeah, yeah," She waved dismissively. She began to lean forward. "You can blow me when I'm done, see how you like it."
"What?"
"Noooothiiiiiing~" She sung.
 
Before he could utter further protest, she dove on him again. He felt his head smack something in the back of her throat and he gasped. Her tongue swirled around the length of his shaft, her head still. Then she retracted and bobbed against his cock, sending wet slurping noises to fill their tent against the cackle of embers. Shlick, shlick, shlick, the sounds filled the air as her head rose and fell quicker and quicker with every second. It was as warm and tight as a woman's nethers, if Jon dared to think so. And he dared, indeed.
 
Her practice was so refined that Jon felt his climax nearing. A ticklish sensation crept up his groin, filling his sack, his shaft. He stifled a grunt, and bit his lower lip. "Elizabeth! I'm going to c-"
 
Before he could finish, she smacked her head down against him, touching nose to groin. Her tongue swirled quickly around. Jon gawked and groaned and grabbed a fistful of her hair as he unleashed his orgasm. Wave after wave of seed spilled forth into her stilled head, his cock twitching with every release. "F-fhuuu-" He stopped himself mid-sentence, letting a string of his deep moans fill the air instead. He couldn't be sure if he was shooting down Elizabeth's gullet, or her maw – in retrospect, he didn't care. His orgasm swam through, dominating his mind. When he finished, he let go of her hair and fell lip.
 
She smiled at him, holding back a laugh. She poked him until he looked up. When he did, his eyes turned glossy with adoration. She opened up her maw to show him his seed. A swimming collection of white goo filled her mouth at least halfway. She glared at him with one gleaming, glittering eye – and with a wink – closed her maw, and swallowed it all. Jon watched her throat bounce. When she looked down, her hair whipped the air. She took ahold of his still-hard cock, and slapped his length against her tongue while pumping him for the last of his essence.
 
"Kitty wants more cream~" She mewled.
"Elizabeth, I- I don't think I can-"
"Sure you can," She stared at him with one eye, the other covered by hair. "I'll make sure you can."
 
Elizabeth pushed off of the ground and onto her knees, Jon still on his back. She took up what remained of her torso clothing, and tore it off. At once, her breasts came free – yet still trapped within a lacey black bra. In the firelight, she looked more alluring than ever. She reached back and undid the strap of her undergarment. The pesky article of clothing was tossed aside, her full firm breasts now in view.
 
If Jon did not have the strength to maintain his erection before, he did so now. His hazel eyes turned wide with wonder. She leaned back down again to close their distance. Giggling, she took up one of his hard, calloused hands and brought it against her chest. He squeezed one of the soft, warm, pillowy orbs much to his glee. She chewed her lip in his grasp.
 
"They're… amazing," Jon said, cupping one after the other.
"I thought you'd like it," she shimmied in place, laughing with each squeeze. "The north doesn't really let me show off my… assets," she winked. "Now, think you can hold for more?"
"I-"
"- Know you can!" She snickered.
 
Elizabeth lowered herself down upon him. She brought her dainty digits around his shaft and tugged again to a rejuvenated hardness. Then, she took a handful of her teats each and wrapped them around Jon's cock. He gasped as another warm, soft sensation wrapped around his slickened, wetted shaft. "Like thissss?" She mewled behind a fringe of hair, gently rising and falling her bust.
 
"Elizabeth!"
"Shhh," She cooed. "Just give me what I want," she whispered. "Your cum."
 
Jon jerked and squirmed in the grip of her breasts. She was slow at first, but only at first. Her tits rose and fell against his shaft, warmth and softness enveloping his cock like a vice, but just a touch looser. The wetness of her earlier blowjob allowed for a smooth glide at first, but when both of them felt a friction, she paused. Leaning over his cockhead, she drooled down a long trail of spit that landed bulls-eye on his head. As though a hitch was never had, she smothered his dick in her salivation, the makeshift lubricant allowing her to once again jerk his member with her teats easily.
 
She was staring at his eyes all the while. Jon was throwing his gaze around to the shadows outside, the fireplace, their union, and her own gaze. Every time their eyes met, her azure iris' glistened and twinkled and he could not help but look away. Her gaze was another sex, gentler, subtler, but it was just as claiming.
 
Elizabeth was practically humping him with her tits. Her motions had become so rapidly she dared not stop, save to lubricate their union once more. Each time brought him to the teasing of an orgasm, but stopped when she did. Soon though, there was no stopping it. His cock twitched, his sack seemed to pull into itself as though his essence was being sucked out (which it was, technically), and Jon fell into a string of harder moans.
 
"Elizabeth, I-"
"Mmm, finally!" She balked, glaring at him like a hungry whore.
 
He could not even hold it back, even if he wanted to try. He groaned and moaned deeply as he came. His cock spurted load after load up through her breasts. One impressive shot flew up in the air before smack-landing back onto her pillowy orbs. She giggled, and cooed, mewled, and gasped with every burst of his essence. Before long, the entire top of her bust was covered with his warm, gooey essence. He threw his head back, moaning, while she lapped it up with her tongue like a kitten lapping milk.
 
In seconds, she had taken up her prize, and the hungry glare in her eyes could only mean one thing. "More," she verbalized her want, her need. "But inside me this time, I want you inside me," she pushed off the ground, standing to her full height like a giant looming over its prey.
 
"Elizabeth, I can't possibly think-"
"You're a warrior, right?" She interjected. "Show some endurance, stop panting like a girl. If you can't fuck me, I'll do it for you." She reached for her skirt, whispering, "Lazy brat."
 
She undid the buttons, the lacings, and pulled the red silk away. Jon thought she was going to reveal a smooth, tight set of nethers beneath… But to the man's surprise, he was greeted with something else. Pushing past a thin, lacey black undergarment was a thick shaft, much like his own – veiny, and throbbing in every regard. He gawked at that. She, continued nonchalantly. The lace was done away with, thrown in the lot with her bra. She stood before him, naked and unashamed. Her body was taut, her breasts large, and her cock… a distraction that Jon continued to stare at.
 
"What?" She snorted. "Never seen a girl with a dick before?"
"I, uh… no," Jon flushed, hard.
"Relax. If you're worried if I'm going to fuck you, you needn't worry about that tight little pucker of yours. I'm only interested in mine." She grinned.
Jon felt relief in that.
 
She spread her legs and lowered herself above his groin. The sight of her throbbing shaft, which he saw was at least two inches larger than his own, kept him staring. She giggled and smirked, snorted and gawked at his queer reactions of raised eyebrows, puckered lips, agape maw, and thoughtful humming.
 
When she found the right position, she reached for her palm and drooled another long trail of saliva. She reached down for his cock and coated the meaty member in a thick spittle, then did the same to the entrance of her rear. Her hands reached for his chest and she slowly eased herself down upon him while using his torso as a base. She cooed lowly as her rear was prodded by the head of his cock. Jon could not help but to gasp.
 
She bounced upon him, slowly, gently, making sure that it was the gentlest of prods. Each groan from him also brought forth a moan from her. Elizabeth was looking back at their union of sexes more so than she was at him – for now.
 
Her gentle bounces began to pay off. Slowly, but surely, she was easing more and more of his hard member into her. Every inch forced her to mewl and coo. "Fh- It's so hard, unh…" She threw her hair back, guiding him deeper and deeper… Until she let him slide all the way in with one long, slow fall. She moaned very loudly at that, so did Jon. It was tighter than any vice he ever entered, not so wet as one, but tight – and warm all the same.
 
"Gods!" She raked his clothed torso with her nails.
 
Elizabeth began to hump him with slow, gentle rises and falls of her body. Half her body hovered over his own as she did so, hair swaying in Jon's face. Jon kept still as Elizabeth did all the work. Every pump elected another groan, ushered a stronger moan, and echoed another gasp. Jon used one hand to keep himself up, the other traded between grasps of Elizabeth's full busts. She stopped giggling and squirming from his touch a long time ago, and only reacted to the bobs of her hips.
 
Their union sped, and both became absorbed in the heat of their union. The filling sensations that pleasured Elizabeth was ushered greater, quicker, with all her pumps. The vice-like grip on Jon's cock was ever more loved than Elizabeth herself. Both humans filled the tent with the music of their moans. The heat of the flames was all the stronger, both their bodies quickly coated in a thin sheen of sweat that made the atmosphere smell of salt and sex.
 
"C-cum for m-me, Jon!" Elizabeth panted between moans. "I-I need you t-to fill me u-up, oh gods!"
"Elizabeth, I'm – Ah! I'm almost, almost… Almost!"
"Yes! Come on and cum!" She licked her lips, still bouncing on him, faster than ever. "Oh! M-me too! Almost!"
 
Jon was the first to finish. He threw his head back, hard and fast like a snap, when he came. He dragged out a long moan as his cock twitched. Pulse after pulse of seed filling up Elizabeth's rear. He felt her tight vice suddenly become wetter, warmer, gooey… He panted loudly when he finished, staring up at the pale beige ceiling of the tent. Oh gods, that was-
 
Then Elizabeth mewled like a cat whilst moaning. Jon looked down, believing she would spray him with her own seed. But the cum-hungry lass reached down with her hand and caught load after load of her own essence into her palm. It was surely messy, and she didn't catch all of it but she did catch most of it. The rest dripped onto Jon's torso, falling onto his clothing as slow as saliva. With a handful of seed in hand, Elizabeth licked it all up, her lips smacking delightfully as she did so.
 
"Mmm, I think kitty's quite satisfied with her creamy treats now," Elizabeth whispered and snuggled up against Jon, wrapping hands around his neck. She was very warm, and very wet all over from sweat. "Mmmhm… G'night," she whispered. She lulled to sleep almost instantly.
 
Jon sighed, allowing himself calm as he drifted to sleep, his hard cock still inside her and swimming in his cum.
 