I'd like to thank the original artists and authors of the Kenkou Kurosu monster girls for inspiration of the characters used in this story series.
Cold. That's all I remember feeling as soon as I felt awake. I was freezing, and the wind swirling around me cut to the bone like a knife. "Pah! Blech... Pff!" I shook the snow from my face after getting it out of the ground, but that did nothing to improve visibility. I was in the middle of a snowstorm, with no memory of how the hell I got here, and was very likely to freeze to death.
'Think, Harabec, think! Snowstorm means get out of snow, but how?'
I had only one option I could think of. As wildly as I could, completely ignoring the wind and snow's ability to freeze me rapidly, I shoved as much snow to the sides as I could to both dig a crappy hole and build a crappy wall.
I got a couple inches before my arms and legs felt totally frozen. Jeans and a t-shirt wouldn't save me for long--they were already soaked, and felt frigid against my skin. I needed help. I must have cried aloud for it, because one very strong gust of wind pushed me through the wall I'd built, right before the storm seemed to subside. I could finally make out a little fiery glow, and started rushing madly toward it. "Help, someone! Anyone, if you're over there, help!!"
A door opened, the house as covered with snow as the ground was. I could see a little inside, but my eyes were fixed on one thing. The fire. I tripped over the two steps leading onto the little home's porch but clawed inside quickly, shivering and trying to get close to the flame. The mix of its heat and my body's cold set off a stinging feeling through my body, but I felt safe. "Excuse me, sir?"
I felt a little blush in my cold cheeks, just now remembering that I never thanked my savior for allowing me in. For some reason, I was relieved to hear the voice belonged to a woman as I turned around as slowly as my shivering body allowed. "Th-thank-k you m-m..." The lady wasn't human. She looked it, but her skin was blue. A pale tint of it, almost like ice. "Miss?" Everything about her looked human. Her hair and clothes, white as snow, and her robes' trims the same blue as her skin, but it was just so... off. "Wh-what a-are you?"
I couldn't tell if the stutter was fear or the cold. Probably both. For seeming so cold, however, her smile was warm enough as she swooped to me and started tugging at my clothes as if to remove them. "Even with the fire, these are wet, and you are cold. Come. Let us warm you up properly." Her fingers felt cool on my skin, which was a little worrying with how cold my skin was, but every movement was gentle and careful. Instinct agreed with her that I needed warmth, and a part of my mind trusted she wasn't out to hurt me. So I stripped with her help, and was soon draped in one of the thickest blankets I'd ever felt as she moved to another room, probably to dry my clothes.
"Ahh... Achoo!" I sniffed hard, not wanting to risk anything dirtying the lady's blanket. As weird as the experience was, it was a choice of learn about it, or go back outside. And since she returned and instantly began fueling a fire of an old fashioned stove with some food already set aside in preparation to cook, I would definitely trust her to treat me better. "Ma'am... Um, thank you. F-for saving mahchoo!!"
As soon as the food was placed within the fire or within the water boiling atop the stove, she came back to me and knelt before me, adjusting the blanket to wrap more around my body. "It is my pleasure, so long as you are safe and comfortable." Even after the adjustment was finished, she held the blanket, her eyes locking with mine and looking curious and inquisitive. I didn't dare blink more than I needed to, staring back at her unyielding gaze. "You are... not from this world, are you?"
I wanted to laugh at that statement. A cold-to-touch lady with blue skin asking me if I wasn't from here? But again, my head won out that now was not a joking time. "I'm not sure where "here" is, to be honest. I... can't remember anything before waking up in the middle of the snow outside. I know who I am, and what I've learned from my life so far from... wherever I'm from. But, I don't think I'm from here. You're the first lady with blue skin I've ever seen, if it confirms anything."
But... hold on. I'd heard of something like this. A spirit of a housewife who lives in the snow, with a husband who's not alive anymore. She would wait for him, and invite passerby into her home. She treats them, she gets something in return, and... the story varies in too many ways for me to know exactly what to expect. But I had a sinking suspicion that she was one of those kinds of spirits.
Her eyes seemed as thoughtful as mine. Did this mean I'm the only human in her world, or that I'm just like an alien? Finally, she stood and walked to a small shelf of books, finally withdrawing one to set before me. "Kenkou Kurosu" was written in faded text across its surface and spine. I looked from it to her before opening. It seemed like an encyclopedia of some kind, but the first page had a... a little girl. Alice. A powerful demon trapped in a child's body, unaware of her demonic powers. "Sir... are you able to read?" I didn't realize I'd been staring at the page for so long. It probably made me seem illiterate, and being the "Alien" and all, I couldn't be offended.
"Yes, just surprised." The next page, a plant that entrapped men into living within it so they could feed on its nectar. A few pages later, a spider that ensnared men in its web for intercourse, fiery-tempered men would be kept as husbands... I kept flipping through with no clear destination. Every one of them was of a lady, who seemed to have one theme. Sex with men. Whether they claimed forever, lived off the fluids or energy of, or just has business with men, there seemed to be ninety-one females, at least, in this world trying to take human men.
Then I found her. "Yukionna..." I probably pronounced it wrong. "Ice spirit in the snowy mountains... Indebts male passerby by sheltering from the cold with a warm meal and entertainment. Claims repayment by the warmth of intercourse, and invites him to return at a later date." I looked up at her, and she seemed entirely unfazed. She was instead extremely focused on setting a plate and spreading about the food she'd prepared, which smelled wonderful to my nose now that I noticed it. I glanced back at the book, and then to her as she glided to me with plate in hand. "At least you're not one of the sadistic ones after a kidnapping."
That at least got her to giggle as she set the utensils upon the plate before taking a seat next to me. "Did any of those creatures look familiar, sir?"
As she asked, I'd set aside the book to avoid dirtying it with crumbs. A little meat, probably chicken, bread, potatoes in some gravy, and tea made this meal look incredibly welcoming. "It's weird. Almost all of them have, but because I learned about them through mythology, history, or games." A twinge of pain in my stomach interrupted the response as I cut through some of the meat, bringing it to my lips immediately. It was delicious, exactly as if it had been every time I felt I'd tasted it before.
Apparently my short answer was enough. "Mythology may be similar to history, but what "games" did you learn these creatures from?"
"Hm..." I swallowed my food and tilted my head. "A few of them are quite generic for video games. Elf, Dwarf, the undead ones, and so on. Roleplaying Games cover a lot of the ones that seemed Greek, Roman, and Norse based, like the Lamia, Ogre, Harpy, Siren, Echidna..." I started to list off a few others in my head as I took another bite of the food.
She tilted her head and swiveled a bit to look at my face. I stared back, feeling a little awkward about being gazed at... It was like she was trying to decide if I was lying or not. "You really are not from here. You feel different, and talk of things I've never heard. But I can't find a single trace of dishonesty."
But I was a human, and a guy as well. Was I really so different from those in whatever world this is? The world didn't seem different from what I felt was my home. The food was the same, the fabric felt similar, the stove... was oddly manually fed instead of electronic, but I doubt a mountaintop cabin gets electricity. Still, I felt I had to ask. "So if I'm not on Earth, or at least still in America... Where am I?"
"I am... not certain. This world is known by regions, but not as an entire entity, due to how rarely travel is done except by merchants. I have found the book you read, but even I do not know firsthand much about this world. Only what wanders through the blizzards." That snapped me back to the reality that I was still in her debt, and I knew what she wanted. The blizzard outside, was her way of keeping me here. "Was the food good, sir?"
I nodded and reached a hand out to touch her cheek with the backs of my fingers. Still cool, but as cool now as it was a while ago. At least she wasn't going to freeze my body. "So the book's mentioning of your repayment..."
Her hands slid between the covers of the blanket around me, grasping my shoulders tenderly as it fell around my lap, exposing my body from the hips up. I didn't try to bother hiding the erection; I knew she wanted it, and I owed it to her. So I pulled the cloth away more, allowing every inch of skin to show.
She gazed at my eyes until I'd removed the cloth, then looked down, eyes seeming to drink my body. Not incredibly tall, only about 5'8", and fairly solidly built with 145 pounds or so. My hair, short all over and somewhere between red and brown, somewhat hiding a shaft of seven inches reaching up to my belly. It twitched as her eyes rested on it--we both wanted it inside her, and she began to untie the sash around her belly to accommodate.
I couldn't help but stare as her robe slid away smoothly, showing her entire body's smooth skin, all the same cool blue but incredibly inviting. She reached her leg out to wrap around my waist, settling into my lap and joining her first with the second around me. Legs around my belly and arms over my neck, she settled her body fondly against mine.
