Gregor glanced back to see if Irina was still following him. She stumbled through the snow, clutching her cloak around her. The hood of the cloak had fallen backwards, revealing her raven black hair. Her cheeks were red and flushed and tears have dried on her cheeks. Gregor waited until Irina reached him. He grabbed her hand and pulled her with him, towards the patch of trees that awaited them some meters ahead. Irina started sobbing again. She had no idea what had gotten into Gregor. He was rough and mean to her and not the gentleman he always was. In all the months they were together he had never treated her like this.

“Gregor, please,” Irina sobbed, “I’m cold. Let’s go back.”

“Quiet now, little one,” Gregor said while still dragging Irina with him, “we’re almost there.”

For a moment Irina recognized the gentle Gregor again, but the signals she picked up were confusing. He was roughly dragging her with him and at the same time his voice was gentle. She didn’t understand. Everything was confusing. The way Gregor was acting, but also her own reaction to this treatment. Irina was scared. She had never seen Gregor like this. Dark images flashed through her mind. What if he harmed her? What if Gregor murdered her between those trees and left her body there to rot? At the same time she was excited. A warm glow had nestled itself between her legs and the damp spot in her panties were growing wetter and bigger.

Only half an hour earlier Irina had her head resting against Gregor’s shoulder. Before that they were sitting across from each other in the small corner cafe, sipping hot chocolate and eating bagels. Gregor invited her to take a walk with him and Irina gladly accepted, even though it was cold outside after the recent snowfall. They walked along the main road of their town and when they reached the edge, Gregor suggested they go out for a sleigh ride. Irina loved spending time with Gregor and wanted to drag their afternoon together out as long as possible. She sat close to Gregor under the blanket and watched as the man in front of them steered the sleigh dogs towards the woods. Gregor’s arm was around Irina’s shoulder and he held her close to him. Under the blanket he lightly rested his other hand on her thigh. They sat close together, enjoying the warmth of the blanket while the cold wind swept across their faces.

Irina stopped between the first trees. Fear immobilized her. She looked at Gregor with big eyes. He let go of her hand and scooped her up into his arms. Irina pressed her face against Gregor’s chest. He carried her into the darkness between the trees. A sob escaped her lips when her feet touched the ground again. Gregor held her by her shoulders.

“Look at me,” he said and he sounded like the man she fell in love with.

Irina looked at him and saw the kindness in his eyes, but the strict expression on his face did not change.

“I want you to pull your dress up, and everything else down. Show me your ass,” Gregor said.

Irina said nothing. She just looked at him.

“Now,” Gregor said.

Irina stood motionless.

“If I have to help you, I will tear your clothes from your body. So are you going to do it or do you want me to do it?”

Irina shivered with a mixture of fear, cold and excitement. She pulled her dress up, pushed her woolen tights down and pulled down her damp panties. The cold enveloped her exposed skin and an involuntary shiver ran through her body. Gregor traced the outline of her bottom with his gloved hand and softly touched her sex from behind. Irina’s pussy muscles tightened.

“You’re wet,” Gregor whispered in Irina’s ear.

Irina smiled and leaned back against Gregor’s chest. She gasped when he roughly pushed against her back. She stumbled forward and managed to keep her balance, but Gregor pushed her again and this time he hooked his foot around hers, tripping her to the ground. Irina let go of her dress and broke her fall with two hands. Her cheek touched the cold snow beneath her. She tried to get up, but Gregor pinned her down with one hand on her back.

Irina’s fear was back. She struggled, but Gregor kicked her feet apart and pushed her dress up. He was on his knees between her legs. She heard the zipper of his pants only seconds before he rammed his cock into her. Irina was still struggling, trying to get away from him, but his body on top of hers kept her immobile in the snow. Her face was covered in snow.

“All I wanted to do was fuck you in the snow, my love,” Gregor grunted in her ear.

Irina relaxed and surrendered to the lust that raged through her entire being. Gregor pounded into her and soon empty himself inside her. He stayed still for a couple of moments and then rolled off her, onto his back in the snow. Irina turned her head to look at him. He smiled at her, got up and held his hand out to her. They pulled their clothes straight again and hand in hand they started walking to the clearing where the sleigh was waiting to take them back to town.

“Were you afraid, little one?” Gregor asked.

Irina blushed and nodded. Gregor put his arm around her, kissed her forehead and whispered.

“This was not the last time.”

© Rebel’s Notes

This post was written for the discontinued meme A Darker Flame, with the prompt: Lost in the snow

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