Larra dreamed she was lying in front of a
warm fire, the arms of a handsome man encircling her naked
body. Sighing contentedly, she
tried to move even closer to his sheltering
embrace. Then she woke
up. It was pitch black in the
snow shelter and it took her a few seconds to recall where she
was. She wondered how long she
had been asleep.
Lemaires hand was covering her right breast and his forearm pressed against the left one. Wonder how that got there? she thought. But she made no attempt to remove it; instead she snuggled up more closely to the powerfully built Metis. Lemaire mumbled something in his sleep, and his hand closed slightly over Larras breast.
Larra was tempted. Lemaire was a very handsome man, tall and powerfully built. His dark wavy hair and strong features reminded her very much of John Grey, except that Lemaires eyes were deep brown, whereas Greys had been blue-gray. She had not had a man in about a year, and while that was not unusual in her life, it was not something that she planned.
On the other hand, she did not normally just throw herself at any man. The three consensual relationships in her life had occurred with men who had saved her life and nursed her back to health. Well, she mused, Lemaire had saved her life. But right now she felt pretty healthy.
Lemaire stirred in his sleep, moving a little closer to her, if that were possible. Larra was suddenly aware of the fact that Lemaire had something else in common with her previous lovers. She was pretty sure that he was not pressing a banana into her backside.
Larras breathing quickened. Her urges were getting harder to control. But there was something she had to do first.
Gently, she lifted Lemaires hand from her breast. Almost immediately the man awoke. He seemed to understand what had happened.
Sorry, he said, embarrassed. I was asleep.
Dont apologize. I was quite comfy. But Ive got to go outside for awhile. Could I borrow the coat?
Sure, but I think it is still dark. Check your clothes. Some of them might be dry.
I will, said Larra, scraping away the snow from the entrance to the shelter. A rush of cold air flowed in. Crawling on her hands and knees, she exited the shelter.
Outside it was still dark, and it seemed much colder than on previous nights. He legs and feet bare, Larra hurried through the snow to do her business. She did not stay outside any longer than she had to. On her way back she checked her clothes. They were still damp, and so she threw a few more logs on the glowing embers of the fire.
Reentering the shelter, she was amazed at how much warmer it was inside than out. She understood now how the Inuit had managed to survive for centuries living in such structures. Lemaire swept snow into the entrance to seal out the cold once again.
Larra crawled over to the crude sleeping pallet Lemaire had constructed. Removing the coat, she held it up for Lemaire to crawl under. He moved in beside her, but this time Larra rolled onto her back so that he could not snuggle up against her back. She could sense him lying next to her, uncertain of what to do. Reaching out she found his hand and moved it to her breast.
Lemaire gave a quick intake of breath. For a second he hesitated as if not sure of what to do, but then he slid his arm beneath her and pulled her close. Larra lifted her head and found his lips in the dark. Their first kiss was brief, a soft touching of lips, but Larras tongue pushed into Lemaires mouth on the second attempt. As they kissed, she ran her hands over Lemaires long underwear, and began to unbutton the extensive costume. It was the first time she had ever encountered a man who was dressed more heavily than she had been. She found the reversal strangely erotic.
She pulled the heavy garment from Lemaires shoulders, baring his muscular torso, while continuing to kiss him. Lemaire sat upright, moving his thighs apart so that he could pull Larra between them. If it had been light in the shelter, she and Lemaire would have been able to stare into one anothers eyes. It was an interesting experience. Larra had never made love in total darkness before.
The coat slipped from Larras shoulders. She was breathing heavily from excitement, as was Lemaire, and her body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat. As he pulled her still closer, she could feel his stiffening member pushing against her inner thigh. The touch sent a thrill though her, and wrapping her arms about Lemaires neck, she pulled him against her. At the sensation of his muscular chest pressing against her breasts, she felt a warm wave of pleasure surge through her loins. Suddenly she was very very wet.
It suddenly seemed to be a long time between lovers. Trembling with passion, Larras hand seemed to go to Lemaires organ of its own volition. Lemaire gave a low moan of pleasure as Larras hand closed on his rigid phallus. Slowly she ran her fingers the length of the engorged organ. Lemaires moan turned to a groan as Larra stroked him into an unbelievable state of excitement. Grasping her tight derriere in both hands, he lifted her onto to his throbbing staff.
Now it was Larras turn to moan, as she felt Lemaires impressive shaft penetrate her. Arching her back, she rode his pole like a mink in heat, which in her current state of mind was not far from the mark.
Lemaire had never before encountered such power in a lover. Larra's tight vagina gripped his phallus like a velvet vise. The smooth muscles of her buttocks flexed beneath his hands, driving her up and down like the piston of a steam engine. Rising to the occasion in more ways than one, he held her tightly and pulled her hard into his body.
Larras magnificent breasts bounced just in front of Lemaires face. Repaying Larras thrusts with one of his own, he shifted his right hand to the small of her back, and took her engorged left nipple into his mouth.
The added sensation of having her turgid bud sucked further heightened Larras level of sexual excitement. Her entire body shuddered as her vaginal muscles clenched in the first of a series of orgasms.
Aaaahhhaa Larra cried, as she released her passion. Lemaire was not far behind. Stimulated beyond endurance, the Metis guide felt his penis contract as he shot his creamy fluid into the heaving body of his employer.
Larra collapsed into Lemaires arms. She did not know what had come over her. Never had she climaxed so quickly. Bathed in sweat, her heaving body still quivered from the tremendous physical and emotional release she had just experienced.
For several minutes the two lovers simply clung to one another, listening to their ragged breathing. Finally, Larra rolled over and scooped away some of the snow blocking the entrance to the shelter. The gray light of dawn filtered into the snow hut, providing dim illumination. Larra looked at Lemaire, her face still suffused with desire.
Now, she said to Lemaire, her voice still husky with passion, again, but this time more slowly.
After that, Lemaire replied still breathing heavily, Im not sure I can.
Larra smiled. She ran her forefinger over Lemaires lips. Oh, I think I can find a way to restore your ardor.
She eased herself away from him. The cool air from the small opening she had created allowed freezing air to flow into the shelter. Larras nipples stiffened in the cold air, but her desire intensified. Turning her back to him she crossed her wrists behind her back and presented them to the surprised Metis. Tie my wrists, she ordered.
You trust me to do that? asked Lemaire, amazed. You would be helpless.
Not so helpless as you might think, Larra thought. But aloud she said, If you had wanted to take advantage of me, you surely would have done it last night. I know of very few men who can sleep with a naked woman and not try to take advantage of the situation. You must have a will of iron. Now, tie my wrists.
Bemused, Lemaire obeyed. Picking up the lengths of strap he had used to pull Larra from the lake, he wrapped the inch wide cotton band loosely around her wrists and then tied it off.
Tighter, demanded Larra. That wont hold me for more than a second. I want it tight enough to hurt.
Bewildered, but obedient, Lemaire tugged on the straps, putting a good deal of his strength into it. Larras gasp told him that he had exceeded her expectations. Dont loosen it, Larra said quickly. Tie it off there.
Larra shifted her knees and turned toward Lemaire. She felt quite helpless, but incredibly aroused at the same time. Her vagina begged to be filled again.
Lemaire stared with wonder at the beautiful vision who had just allowed him to bind her. His flaccid member stirred at the thought of taking her once again. Her very helplessness aroused him, but he was not yet quite ready to repeat his performance of only a few minutes ago.
Without a word, Larra bent forward, her teardrop shaped breasts swaying as she dropped her head below Lemaires waist. Lemaire gasped in surprise, as Larras warm flexible tongue curled around the tip of his wilted manhood. The sensation was unimaginably pleasurable despite his absence of an erection.
Larra closed her lips over the tip of Lemaires reluctant organ, and then swirled the tip of her tongue over the soft glans.
Oh God, that feels good, exclaimed Lemaire.
Larra continued her stimulation of the Metis limp organ. Slowly she could feel it harden as her work began to pay off.
Lemaire groaned. You are a witch, he said wonderingly. Already his impressive sword was rising out of its sheath. Entering into the spirit of the game, he suddenly grabbed Larras thick braid, and jerked her head back, forcing her to arch her back. Then he thrust his now willing organ into her warm, wet mouth.
Larra grunted in pain, but she did not object. It was what she desired. She wanted the big Metis to hurt her, and raise her to a higher level of sexual excitement.
Lemaire complied. With renewed passion, he thrust in and out of Larras more than accommodating mouth, pushing right to the back of her throat. So large had he become under Larras relentless stimulation, that that he almost dislocated her jaw.
Ooommpph! Ooommpph! Ooommpph! Larra grunted, her exclamations of pleasure muffled by the huge organ that filled her mouth.
Then, Lemaire suddenly withdrew. Seizing Larras swollen breasts, he forced her onto her back. Parting her legs, he moved between her creamy white thighs, but he did not enter her. Larra had said more slowly, and he would give her more slowly.
Larra exulted in the feeling of helplessness as Lemaire began to play her game. She felt completely under his power. Much as she hated to admit it, she had a deep-seated rape fantasy that probably stemmed from her first sexual encounter. She had lost her virginity when she had been bound hand and foot and taken against her will by a giant African warrior on her first expedition to the
She was experiencing some of that fear now, but it served only to heighten her sexual urges rather than diminish them. As Lemaire took possession of her, her vaginal juices flowed freely, demanding immediate satisfaction.
Take me now, Jean. Now!
Lemaire grinned as he loomed over the begging woman. You said more slowly, and more slowly it will be. I am in charge now, and I will decide what happens and when.
Oh, you devil! Larra exclaimed. You Devil! She gasped in pain as Lemaire took both of her quivering breasts in his hands and squeezed the soft flesh though his fingers.
Larra writhed as Lemaire, began to suck her nipples, his mouth moving alternately from one to the other. At the same time, he inserted his middle finger into Larras very wet vagina. She moaned as his finger slid by her engorged clitoris, arching her body almost impossibly at the sudden stimulation.
Ten more minutes of this had Larra almost weeping in frustration. Damn you she cried, almost screaming in her passion, take me. Take me!
Not yet, Lemaire gasped. Not yet.
Oh God, Larra cried. Then forgetting herself. You bastard. Bastard!
Lemaire shifted his position. Wrapping his powerful arms around Larras thighs, he lifted her bodily and brought her treasure mound to his lips.
Ohhh! Aaahh! Larra screamed in prurient and uncontrolled desire. She felt like she was losing her mind. And then she almost did. Lemaires tongue flicked over her swollen clitoris. Waves of carnality swept over her, like an electric shock.
Screaming in wild abandon, Larra strained at her bonds, trying desperately to break free. Her entire body shook, sending beads of sweat flying in all directions. The chill air was entirely forgotten, as she perspired as if it was a summers day.
Lemaire kept up the torment for a full quarter hour. Then, he turned the contorting adventuress over. Seizing both her arms above the elbow, he arched her back almost impossibly and then mounted her from behind.
Aaaaahhaaaahhh! Larras scream of ecstasy reflected the fact that Lemaire had penetrated her almost the full depth of his shaft on the first thrust. Larra felt as if someone had shoved a post into her. The sensation was almost indescribable. Eighty percent pleasure and twenty percent pain was the number that flashed through Larras mind, and then she was too busy crying out in rapturous desire to attempt any more calculations.
Again and again, Lemaire drove his powerful piston in and out of her, driving Larra almost wild. Her shrieks of pleasure filled the air, rising in intensity as she approached orgasm. And then suddenly, Lemaire withdrew.
Stunned, Larra lay gasping like a fish, unable to believe that he had brought her so close to her sexual peak without allowing her the ultimate release. Dont stop, she moaned. What the Hell was Lemaire trying to do, torture her to death?
Larra felt Lemaire shift his body weight slightly. As he did so drops of perspiration dripped onto her back. Already bathed in sweat, Larra moaned as she tried to turn her head to see what Lemaire was up to, but he held her bound wrists with one hand while pushing her head back down with the other.
Larra tried to rise again, but Lemaire easily held her down. She was entirely at his mercy, just as she had intended. She felt a thrill of fear course through her. It was the first time any lover had been able to instill that emotion in her. Frustrated, she cursed to herself in silent desperation. Then she felt an almost electric thrill surge through her.
Oh my God! she exclaimed. Lemaire had positioned his engorged phallus at the button-small entrance to her rectum. Visions of the numerous times she had been sodomized by villains flashed before her eyes. He eyes widened in fear. She had never allowed any lover to penetrate her delicate backside.
Exciting enough for you,
Larra could only moan in reply. Divided between fear and passion, she did not know how to respond. Then Lemaire thrust into her tight backside. He pushed in slowly, so as not to hurt her too badly, and held back the power of his huge organ.
Larra trembled as her anus was forced open. This was the sort of excitement she had been searching for, but she was not sure she would be able to tolerate the invasion of the most private area of her anatomy. She feared that she might end up screaming like a virgin taken against her will. The memories of the times she had been anally raped were vivid and fresh in her mind.
Lemaire had barely penetrated her, but he sensed Larras tightly controlled fear. Do you wish me to stop, Larra? he asked softly, his hand gently caressing her cheek and hair.
N no, Larra gasped. Take me. Take me all the way!
Aaagghh! Aaagghh! Larras scream was a mixture of undisguised lust and pain. Lemaire hesitated.
No, no! Dont stop. I want it! I want you to hurt me!
Sweating in apprehension, Lemaire lowered his hands to Larras shapely hips. He did not want to hurt this strong woman, but she demanded that he do so. He readied himself to thrust into her, but held back fearful of her reaction.
Jean. Larras voice came calm and clear. Its alright. Take me. Take me hard.
Lemaire bent forward and kissed her gently between her shoulder blades. Then pulling strongly he drove into her with all his strength.
Larras scream of unbridled passion echoed across the silent lake.