Autumn had ended and a brutal winter had taken its place. The crisp morning air quickly became an unbearable cold that never went away. Trees were left bare, and snow covered everything. Yet for some reason, some crazy people would love it.
"What's not to love?" Juniper asked cheerfully. The tip of her nose red from the cold. "You can curl up in a warm blanket in front of a fire, drinking hot cocoa. It's the ultimate comfort!"
Shivering, Rowan crouched next to Juniper with a half-filled jar in hand. The two of them decided to brave the cold for some foraging goods. Which of course was Juniper's idea. Rowan didn't like the winter season. On top of constantly freezing, Olivia forced them to wear clothes. And the heavy kind at that. After being naked for so long, they felt constricting. And not in a good way like her choker.
"Yeah, I can practically feel the fire's warmth," Rowan grumbled through chattering teeth.
Juniper rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean. It might be cold out here, but that'll make the cottage feel even cozier when we go back."
Rowan sniffed indifferently. "You also drank the last of the cocoa."
That made Juniper pause. She continued picking rosehips silently for a couple of minutes and placing them in Rowan's jar. "We could always ask mistress to send us into town for more."
Going into town meant they'd have to wear clothes again. And the nearest one was far enough away that they'd need to stay the night. Rowan held her tongue though. The cold tended to make her bitter, but she didn't want to hurt Juniper over a dumb argument.
"Also," Juniper smiled sheepishly at her. "Cuddling with mistress is a lot more comfortable in the winter."
"Okay, that I can agree with." Rowan laughed. She had to admit that cuddling in the summer could be rough at times. All that body heat meant they'd wake up drenched in sweat. Cum she could handle since it was a sign of a job well done, but sweat was just annoying.
Rowan gave her a quick kiss. She could always count on Juniper to cheer her up. If there wasn't snow on the ground, she'd be tempted to push her back and eat her out. Unfortunately, that'd have to happen later. Instead, they continued foraging until the sky began to darken and their last jar was nearly full.
"That should be enough." Rowan sighed as she stood up. Her breath visible in the chill air.
"Plenty." Juniper nodded and screwed the lid on. "Let's get back before you freeze to death."
The snow crunched under their boots as they made their way to the cottage. They had travelled a fair distance to collect the rosehips, but their footprints made it easy to find their way back. Smoke rose from the chimney and the flicking light of a fire could be seen through the window--a welcoming sight.
Both of the girl's arms were wrapped around their jars, so Rowan used her elbow to undo the door latch and pushed it open with a foot. Warmth welcomed them as Rowan placed her jars on the nearest table and wasted no time before stripping. First to go was the dark green coat that revealed her sizable breasts, which was tossed towards the coat rack. Next was the boots so she could feel the warm wooden floor beneath her. And last was her pants, which freed her round ass and pink pussy, which was also tossed towards the coatrack.
"Gods, it feels good to be naked again." Rowan yawned.
Juniper put her jars down and picked Rowan's clothes off the floor while shaking her head. "And after being out in the cold, doesn't it feel cozier in here?"
Rowan glanced away. "Fine, you were right. It...does feel cozier. Just a bit."
Juniper leaned up and gave her a peck on the cheek before she started to strip as well, which Rowan watched with hungry eyes. Hidden in her pants was a dark brown pussy between a thick pair of tan legs. And without her coat, she showed off breasts which were a little bigger than Rowan's. But Rowan was never jealous of them. Both of their bodies had been changed to fit Olivia's tastes, and that meant her body was perfect.
With clothes hung properly, the two girls brought their jars to the kitchen to get ready for their journey. Olivia wasn't there, but Rowan found a letter on the counter. Another summons from her coven. Those had become more frequent since Talia's visit.
Juniper ignored it and instead pulled out a cutting board and knife. "If we hurry, we can get these ready to bake before Mistress gets back."
"What are these again?" Rowan picked up one of the strangely shaped berries and eyed it uncertainly. "And what are you doing with them?"
"Those," Juniper said while measuring out some flour, "are rosehips. Just like how cherry blossoms turn into cherries, some roses turn into those. And
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