Page 145 of The Heart of Winter

"This is like the fulfillment of every wet dream I’ve had about you," I muttered, completely swept up in the sensation, tightness around my cock, warmth, the perfect fit.

Then came the even better part: Winter started moving, first slowly, lifting himself only a little, and I could see thin strands of pre-cum sliding down my shaft as it emerged and then disappeared into his tight passage.

Hypnotized, I stared at the divine spectacle unfolding before me; this man with a perfectly defined, toned body rising and falling above me, his thighs working in steady rhythm, his long hair cascading down his chest in thick white waves. It really felt like I was making love to an ice elf.

The rhythm intensified, and I had to summon all my willpower to avoid cumming immediately. But in heat mode, climaxing multiple times was inevitable. And that’s exactly what happened. My body was seized by intense ecstasy, and I exploded inside Winter, barely lasting two minutes under his ride.

Still, I remained hard, continuing to enjoy the incredible sight in front of me. Winter’s erection bounced with his movements, and I grasped it. He let out a soft growl. Droplets of pre-cum landed on my abdomen, and I gathered some on my fingertips, then slid my thumb into my mouth, all while Winter’s eyes stayed locked on me. He didn’t stop. Up and down, up and down…

Soon, he moved faster, and I watched the muscles in his body work more powerfully—his abs pulling his pelvis upward, every motion smooth and controlled. He was in such amazing shape, his body didn’t even sweat as he rode me. I felt like I might actually be able to come again before the end.

And so it happened… Winter sped up, and something boiled in my veins, I was about to burst, like I’d explode into pink bubbles. The pleasure was overflowing, suffocating me, drowning me, but I would die happily.

"Winter, Winter…" I exclaimed, rubbing his dick harder, and he responded with a soft, stifled moan.

"Oh, Sariel," he muttered.

And at that moment, a hot stream of his cum shot between my fingers, splattering onto my stomach and chest. My body surged with the wave of his orgasm, fueling my own, and my knot began to swell. I felt the middle of my shaft expand, locking me inside him. My beautiful lover let out a peculiar sound, then gently collapsed onto my chest.

His cheeks were deeply flushed, and I pulled him close, capturing his lips in a hot, devouring kiss.

So damn happy, I forgot everything around us. With my eyes closed, I felt the pleasant weight of Winter on top of me… and fell asleep, still connected to him by my knot.

WINTER

That afternoon, I went outside again to hang up the blankets and washed clothes to dry. I probably did it more to occupy my mind, to give myself a sense of purpose, than out of concern for hygiene. We were bathing so often anyway, we didn’t have a chance to get really stinky.

Climbing the volcano’s slope, I knew I was losing energy, but I also knew the higher ground might give me a better view. At least, that’s what I told myself.

I noticed a small, round puff of smoke rising from the caldera. Was that normal, or did it mean something? Sadly, I wasn’t an expert in volcanology. I stared at the sky for a moment, watching the clouds drift slowly by, tinged pink toward the west.

Were they even searching for us?

That question kept returning… along with another one, stubborn, disturbing, how far were we really from the crash site?

As I descended back toward the cave, I noticed snow had started falling.

Once again, the ‘H’ would be buried…

Walking through the lower meadow, I spotted some strange gray dust on top of the thin snow. Volcanic ash?

The thought made me shiver.

We’d been carelessly basking in the warmth of this dangerous volcano, using the pleasant temperature it gave us in the cave. But maybe we shouldn’t forget: its power couldn’t be tamed.

Then again… what other choice did we have?

***

That evening, Sariel’s last waves of heat arrived.

Once again, I was surprised that I had no trouble keeping up with him. We fucked for a solid hour, and my arousal never waned. I stopped wondering why or what was behind it, nothing made sense, nothing fit. I was a beta, for crying out loud, effortless heat sex was something only alphas could indulge in. It was tied to a huge hormonal surge triggered by their hyperactive glands.

And I wasn’t some kind of fuckboy who could keep going from morning till night, so that couldn’t easily explain it either. My libido wasn’t particularly low, but I wasn’t sex-crazed either.

Anyway, I let myself drown in the sex, in the touch of our bodies. I didn’t want to spoil it by breaking down the experience, analyzing it, questioning it, or robbing it of its magic. I surrendered to the rocking of our bodies, to the touch, to the kisses, to the orgasms.

When evening came and darkness enveloped us, we lay together, naked, cuddling. It wasn’t about having sex anymore. I was engaging more and more with these ‘extra elements’ of our relationship with each of his waves.

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