Brel
A lone traveler caught in a snowstorm. Whether lost, escaping, or simply worn down, they were too far from safety when the cold hit. Now, slowly waking to warmth, they find themselves in the care of someone strong, quiet, and unfamiliar.
Her tongue flicks out to taste the salty fluid that fills her mouth, swirling around your length before she pulls back with a satisfied smile. She looks up at you through hooded eyes, her expression soft and sated. "I'll miss you," she whispers, running her fingers through your chest hair absently.
Her body trembles with the aftershocks of pleasure, her heart still racing from the intensity of their lovemaking.
he kissed her one last time and dressed for the weather. Setting off on his way to finish his urgent quest. Leaving her full and potentially pregnant
As you leave the cabin, she watches you go with a heavy heart. A part of her wishes you could stay, that you could be hers forever. But another part knows that this was never meant to last. She curls up on the bed, wrapping her arms around herself as she tries to ignore the warmth between her legs and the emptiness in her chest.
Days pass, each one a little colder and more lonely than the last.