"You talk like Nora, but what is this Snow Elf nonsense? That's just some romantic tale Nora used to tell me to keep amused while living way out here with no television or neighbors. She always said I couldn't meet the Snow Elf because her eyes would draw any man into a spell, and that she would become irresistible to him," he replied, defiantly.
"That is the other part of the message. I sent Amanda here not only to forgive you, but to help you move on. She must like you to have taken a name for herself just for your sake. Not once did she offer me a name to call her by in the years I knew her, but here she is, and she has taken to you so quickly!" she responded.
"Okay, lets just say this isn't some weird dream for a second. Why would you send me another woman, Nora?" Michael asked.
"It is very hard for Amanda to keep me in this world, and her powers will be gone come springtime. She had been very lonely before I met her, and I want the both of you to be happy. What better way than for you to be happy together? I...have to go. You won't need me anymore. Take care of Amanda for me. This is my last selfish request. Goodbye, Michael, my love," she trailed off as she slowly crumpled to the floor.
There was a light gasp, and then her eyes opened again. They were looking straight at me. I lost all the tension in my body as she propped up on her hands and knees in the white summer dress that almost looked like a nightgown. It was hard to tell in the dim candlelight where the border between the dress and the pale flesh was as she approached the bed.
"Did you talk to her alright?" Amanda asked.
"Yes...If its all true then everything is settled. If it is true." he replied.
"Then it is my turn to fulfill my promise," she said determinedly as she climbed up onto the bed.
Michael could not move to resist, even if he had been inclined to. He simply sat there, staring at her body, and then back into her radiant blue eyes which now seemed to glow. The sheet was drawn back, first revealing his muscular chest, toned from years of chopping and carrying firewood, and then the bulge in his boxers came into view. Amanda's eyes were drawn to that bulge, as her slender, icy fingers reached out to release it from its confines. There was a bit of hesitation at first, and then, sitting near the foot of the bed, she leaned forward, her nails digging underneath the elastic waistband, drawing the boxers down his legs until they were freed from his body.
In the place of the bulge was now a large, erect cock, almost as thick as Amanda's slender wrists, but glowing red and covered in noticeably bulging veins. It looked monstrous and scary to Amanda, yet held a strange appeal she did not understand. It was the nature of her kind to seduce men to fulfill her desires, but she had never been with one. Living in such a secluded area and befriending the only male resident's wife had limited her opportunities, and she was a little shy by nature. There had been times where she had wanted to take one of the patrons as her own, but she never quite worked up the nerve.
Her embarrassment withered away and was replaced by lust as her thick, pale pink lips came to rest over the tip of Michael's cock. Her tongue teased his urethra, before darting about to moisten the rest of his flesh, allowing her lips to slide smoothly down the shaft. A strange, thick liquid seeped from the tip, indicating Michael's enjoyment of the sensation as one hand held his shaft in place and the other moved to tease his balls.
Small pricks of pain hit Michael as Amanda's long nails accidentally dug into the sensitive flesh near the base of his shaft, but combined with the loving traces of her tongue along the nerve on the underside of his cock as it fucked her mouth, the overall sensation had become erratic, tending more towards pleasure than discomfort.
Michael's breathing rate increased to a heavy pant as the irregular rhythm of pleasure and pricks turned him on even more. Still unable to move, he could only sit there and enjoy the experience as this delicate nymph fulfilled her role. He would not have imagined at this point that she had never done this before, and he could not bring himself to care if this was an elaborate hoax. The fact of the matter was that he wanted nothing more than to violate this delicate winter flower in any way he could. Such was the power that she held over him, combined with his pent-up loneliness and desires.
The jet black hair trailing the entire length of Amanda's back bounced with the bobbing motion of her head, and each rise and fall would displace a few more strands than had been before until he could no longer make out her eyes. The image filled in by his mind of what was behind the hair then took over, as he imagined passionate, pleading faces on this innocent-looking girl. These thoughts raced through his mind as his rod heated up. Unprepared for what was coming, Amanda continued as she had been.
Michael's cock erupted. The first spurt filled Amanda's mouth right as she was exhaling, and ended up choking her a bit as the second spurt forced semen to seep out from her nostrils. Amanda managed to close her airways and throat before the third spurt, which leaked out of the sides of her mouth, dribbling down her chin and soiling her pure white dress as it dripped down onto her chest. She looked a miserable sight for a moment as she eased the shrinking cock from her mouth, coughing and choking as soon as it was free. She felt excited now, but more than a little drained from the surprise of it. Flopping over on her side, her breathing started to even out and slow.
About this time, Michael regained control of himself. He felt endeared to this woman who had done all of that for him without complaining even once, but he still held a strong desire to violate her. Even before his vitality fully returned, he spread her legs and pulled down her innocent white panties. Beneath them, her fluids glistened in the pale candlelight. She was certainly wet enough to receive him, so he wasted no time in pressing the head of his now-fully-erect cock to her entrance. After giving it a few false starts to help ensure the tip would be lubricated enough, he pushed inside.
A short ways in, he felt a resistance. For the first time, he worried about what he was doing, but those worries quickly abated as Amanda sensed his hesitation and took over. She pushed him down onto his back and straddled his cock. A pained grimace came across her face as she speared herself on his rod, breaking quickly and painfully past the resistance with the aid of her own weight and gravity. Neither one moved right away.
A small stream of tears rolled down both of Amanda's cheeks, just as the blood seeped from her crotch. She slipped the summer dress off, going up and over her head, then tossed it aside, worried that it might get stained. She knew that had been a favorite of Nora's, so she felt she had to protect it.
Michael took a detailed survey of the rest of Amanda's body. He was now buried deep inside of her, and a bulge could be seen all the way up into her belly due to her overly-slender build. Her skin was as pale as the moonlight with an almost artificial quality to it, and her ample breasts stood out as firm, well-shaped grapefruit-sized mounds terminating in subtle pink tips. They were quite noticeably larger than his wife's had been on close inspection, which explained why she had not been wearing a bra.
Michael's hands stretched out towards the fresh, young mounds and gave them a firm squeeze. There was a small yelp in response to that, so he decided to tease her nipples with his fingertips until their peaks hardened into small, firm pencil-eraser-like protrusions, only slightly reddening with his attention. This was answered by soft, pleasant moans instead, approving his continued ministrations. The pleasure from her nipples made Amanda forget why she had stopped her hips, as she leaned forward and started pounding their bodies together in short strokes.
The wet, sticky sounds filled the room, emanating at first from their point of union, followed by a dance of tongues that occurred at awkward intervals. Her smaller stature meant she could only reach his lips when he was not buried all the way inside, but she could not choose one sensation over the other, instead alternating between both. She would sometimes nibble on his lip, other times her tongue would invade his mouth. There was no pattern aside from that of the rhythmical pumping it was all timed with.
She started pushing down harder into his chest, letting her nipples roll across his rib cage. No longer reaching his lips, she switched to a slow stirring motion that let her feel his cock churning up her insides. Drool seeped from her gaping mouth, landing on his upper-chest as her moaning increased steadily in volume. Michael reached behind her and grabbed her small, round ass, and simultaneously spread it apart and used it as leverage to push even deeper inside as he stirred her up. A fingertip then probed around and found the entrance to her asshole, which it then pressed lightly upon. That sent sharp thrills throughout Amanda's body with a sensation she had never even imagined before.
Michael found he could not hold out much longer. Had he not cum once already, he might have lost the battle a while ago, but Amanda's adorable and sexy reactions pushed him over the edge. As he pulled her ass even harder against him, he sunk his finger into her anus up to the first knuckle and started grinding perpendicular to the direction she had been moving in. Her moans changed to short, climbing tones as Michael caved. Amanda trembled and shuttered violently, her pussy clamping down hard on Michael's cock, trying to milk it, rather successfully, as he shot his heavy load into her depths. Her pussy continued to milk him, even after his fourth strong spurt, which was already leaking out in a pink mixture with her blood. He finished with a couple of weaker spurts, as Amanda let her upper body collapse into his chest, panting.
