The Highlands: Snowy Day
#8 of Old Stories
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The Highlands summer had come and gone leading into a winter that the Lowlanders would have thought of as catastrophic. The snow and winds howled through the high peaks and rattled the shutters of every home and building it could find. It alternated through heavy snow storms to pounding rains that would turn to ice. No one wanted to venture out, no one wanted to tend the herds or to guard the roads. A brave few continued with their duties out of the need for the herds to be fed and kept, the soldiers still patrolled with the incentive of extra beer being placed in front of them on their return. It was a cold and dark season for most, but for some it allowed the freedom that was often lacking when the summer time allowed travelers to move from the Keep to the village without difficulty. For some it was a time of adventure.
Flinne had little difficulty escaping the Keep. Not when the stable hands were drowsing in the hay lofts and her Father assumed she was engaging herself womanly pastimes such as embroidery or sewing. It was expected that she would retreat to her room with her hand maidens or elder women to keep her hands busy, but just as often they expected her to spend time alone. One of her Father's favorite, and most long winded, lectures was to counsel her to keep her Faith during the winter. It was then that she could be more at harmony with the good God and seek his guidance so that she would grow into a proud strong woman. It left her the perfect pious excuse to leave the table after a meal and inform others that she wished to spend her afternoon in proper contemplation. It often gave her a rare approving nod from her Father.
It had been easy to get into the stable from her room. The outside wasn't being hammered by a storm, but the snow had gathered up nearly to her waist in some places. She didn't mind the snow. Nor did she find herself wearing the flowing skirt she had donned at the dinner table. Instead she had stolen some of the men at arms' thick woolen breeches and an oversized shirt. She carefully buckled a leather belt and a serviceable dagger around her waist and she was ready. Within the stable she had not sought out the palfrey that the Stableman had given her. The beast was quiet and evenly tempered and nearly as old as her father. Its muzzle had long since gone grey and had all the spirit of a Wullie when she rode it. No, she didn't want to find herself on a mount that wouldn't prove sure footed and challenging. Instead she had ghosted to the very last stall that was the largest.
Wullie was a stallion that her father prized above all others. The beast was steel grey with white star kissed dapples along his body. His mane was as silver as the snow outside and covered a thick arched neck that was as wide as her torso. He was a war horse. A creature trained to battle and all the many weathers he might find himself travelling in. It was his stall that she slipped into with a confident low whistle that brought his ears up. He had been well trained to not harm her and even obey her. If the Keep was ever taken she had been told she was to come to his stall where he would attack anyone that came within distance of his vicious hooves and feet. Who else would she take out for her winter adventure? In no time she had had him saddled, bridled and slipped out the doors before anyone was any the wiser.
The winter landscape was beautiful atop the massive stallion's back. She didn't sit side saddle as a woman should, but instead straddled the great barreled chest and belly like a male would. It gave her a thrill to feel the brisk winter wind blowing against her furred muzzle as she urged Wullie through snow that came up to his knees. His breath frosted the air as she left Keep and duties behind and simply enjoyed the fact she wouldn't come across anyone that would run to her Father and tell him what she had been up to. The creaking leather of the saddle and the steady thud of muffled hooves hitting the ground provided her better music then the stuffy Keep had. And the chill on the air was a small price to pay for it.
The rolling hills of her home spread out before her and she urged the beast into a trot that took them down along one of the less sharply inclined ones towards a small valley. She leaned back on the saddle as she let the stallion pick his own way rather than force him. It was then that she became aware of the soft sound of hoof steps that were not his coming from behind her. She dared to turn around as the stallion leveled out his walk slightly and saw a small slightly bred horse taking the same path that she led her mount on. At first her heart started to speed up at the thought of a bandit. Speed up and feel a rush of excitement! To find a bandit and outrace him, what an adventure she would have! To her disappoint though, the rider was all too readily identified as one of the mares she knew from the stable.
She stifled her disappointment by setting her heels to the war stallion and leaning forward in the saddle, urging the beast on with a whispered voice and a lift the reins. At least she could be sure to outdistance her pursuer and continue to have a few hours to herself. The stallion responded by picking up his legs higher and gaining speed as he navigated the slope. She shifted in the saddle helping him along as she heard a muffled cry from behind her. She snorted to herself. As if she would stop now! She could lose them, still take an enjoyable ride and be home before them. She curled her lips up in a fierce smile as she dug her feet in again and the cries started to fade away behind her. This was her afternoon and she wouldn't spoil it by being trapped indoors!
William had spent the last few months watching Flinne as keenly as any buck scenting a doe in heat. He watched her even as she watched him. He had let her go from him the night after he'd introduced her to her first female regretfully, but he had also known half the excitement was in the waiting. Since that time he had watched her look at him at times and watched At other times she would look over him as if pretending she didn't notice his presence. He could look at her decorously dressed for a meal or event and envision again her body wantonly thrown against the hay. Her muzzle buried in the heat of another woman's loins and damp with her arousal. Such thoughts came to him often and just as often he enjoyed himself with visions of her when he was private in his own small room.
He could have slipped her a note at any time and invited her into a private room so he could sample what he had just glimpsed. It was his sweet torture to resist though the temptation grew day by day. Instead he built up his vision of her in his mind. The way she had smelled that night, the soft sound of her cries, the glistening mound of her sex pierced open by a pair of fingers. Even when her glances became more pointed he behaved naturally as he always had. It was only alone that he could take his visions of her and imagine what she would feel like wrapped around his shaft, what her muzzle would feel like, her mound, a thousand images that made it an erotic delight just to touch himself. It wasn't until he watched her slip out of her room that he made his choice.
The sight of her astride the stallion had drawn a lewd and interesting thought in his mind. It was too cold a day for him to want to be out in it, but desires didn't care about the chill bite of winter on the air. He had left the Keep well bundled against the cold before slipping into the stables to choose one of the many mounts that could be used by any of the higher class servants. He'd picked one in particular and in no time was on the obvious trail of the youngster. Even the sharp bite of the wind against his sensitive nose didn't affect the way his body felt flushed with anticipation. Well away from the keep and from anyone who might see he could introduce his Lord's daughter into pleasures that she had just delved into. Pleasures that, judging by the odd looks she kept shooting him, she was eager to experience in full.
He followed the trail off the road and guided his mount into the easier going found in the tracks the large stallion had cut through the snow drifts. It took little time to catch up to the dark grey horse and his slight rider. The moment he saw her torso turn he saw her heels dig into the sides of her father's horse. The stallion sped up into a high stepping trot deeper down towards the valley where the sparse forest marred the sweeping white landscape. He gathered the reins up in his hands and set his smaller beast into a controlled trot to start to close the distance between them. The hare's eyes gleamed with anticipation at the thought of how well this excursion was going. If he wasn't mistaken there was a hunter's cabin set near the woodlands that the nobles used in better weather. Perfect.
"HO! STOP MY LADY!" The voice came from behind her, devoid of the accent that so populated most of the creatures within her Father's lands. Wullie came to the bottom of the hill as she twisted her head about to face her pursuer. It was likely one of the fosterlings that had been taken on in an effort to give her more congenial companionship rather than the rough servants.
"Ye dinnae need tae nurse maid me!" She let the words come out in a loud enough burst to be easily heard as the rider pulled up closer. She blinked slightly in shock as she spotted the two long ears that could be seen beneath the hood.
"Nurse maiding you had never occurred to me, my lady," William blinked out from beneath his cloak with an affable smile on his mobile features. "Though it did occur to me that today was a beautiful day for a ride and perhaps you'd like some companionship?"
The words were proper and even said in a near expressionless tone of voice, but there was just enough warmth added to them that she felt her ears darken slightly. The earnest expression didn't hint at the fact the word 'ride' had been drawled out a bit longer than the others. Months had passed since she had enjoyed Nina. Months in which she had waited with eager anticipation to find a note slipped beneath her door or into her pocket hinting at when she would have the long anticipated rendezvous with the bard. He had been polite and genial to her, but he had never taken it further. The vixen had though. It had become the only relief that she had sought out when she relived the night she had watched the bard partner another. The feel of the eager tongue and the taste of arousal on her own muzzle gave her some relief, but not what she wanted. She drew her features in a frown as she sat back in the saddle.
"Aye, Ah wouldae thought ye wouldae taken a chance tae ride wit' me far earlier than this." She was just annoyed enough allow a hint of censure into her voice as she pulled the large stallion to face the bard.
"Ahh but anticipation and desire are a part of the game. I could hardly treat you as I wish to treat you within the bounds of your Father's Keep," The curved lips gave a sardonic smile before the hare leaned forward in the saddle and coaxed his mare forward. "Come, I know of a spot nearby where we can get out of the cold and warm ourselves."
The hare gave her another smile and she frowned to herself. Curiosity and the weeks and months of waiting made her put her own volatile temper aside and follow behind the smaller horse. Wullie arched his heavy neck and let out a rumble that vibrated her legs as he followed the other beast towards the wood. At least the war horse wasn't striking out as was his wont with smaller creatures. She kept her lips sealed as she watched the hare in front of her. The elegant line of the back was not hidden by the spill of the thick woolen cloak. His body moved naturally with his mount and as gracefully as he did nearly everything. Unbidden the thought came to her; would he move as gracefully mounted upon her? With a shiver she kneed her horse into a faster pace and felt her heart beat start to speed up in her chest. She would soon find out!
The old hunting lodge wasn't beautiful by any stretch of the imagination. It had been built with an eye towards keeping hunters protected against the elements and vandals, but it was serviceable enough. William had remembered his last visit here well enough that he had the path and shooed the young wolf hound into the building. Her angry glances had softened considerably in the time it had taken them to arrive at their destination. It had taken little time to pull the saddle off his horse, and tie her to one of the posts. He didn't approach the stallion. The creature was massive and eyed him with distrust as he went about the mundane tasks of gathering enough wood to make a serviceable fire inside the thick walled building. The entire time his eyes followed the horses as they shifted restlessly in the snow. In no time he stepped into the building with a smile to the young lady that watched him with slightly widened eyes.
"A fire to warm us with, my lady." He murmured as he set the wood into the fireplace and started the fire with a few scrapes of well oiled cloth. "Though it may take time to fill this place with heat."
"Aye..." He glanced up to see Flinne rubbing her arms slightly and gave a slow smile.
"Perhaps you would see to your mount, my lady? I would not dare lay hands on such a prize." He turned his head to one side and watched annoyance flicker over her features.
"Ah couldae taken care o' that earlier rather than sit in this hutch!" Her words snapped out and he smiled slightly more at the anger in her tone.
"Yes, but it allowed me to see to my horse and gather the fire. Now you may go out and when you return this place and you will be well warmed up." He put a slightly emphasis on the word 'warmed' so that it rolled over his tongue.
"Weel now, Ah suppose that's true enough." Some of her temper dampened as the girl's eyes flicked towards him and her tongue flicked out nervously. Yes, she would be warmed up indeed. In more than one way.
Flinne felt her tongue going slightly dry as she looked at the hare. She couldn't stop herself from imagining more behind his words then there truly was. It was so easy to imagine a hundred small things that she might feel and do with him. Time had given her imagination wings and the realization that she was alone with him in the middle of effectively nowhere had her body near trembling with readiness. The moment in the barn had awakened her to this part of her sexuality and from there it seemed impossible to forget it. She opened the door with another glance at William as he fed the fire a few long branches before padding out into the cold. The inside of the small room hadn't been warm, but it had kept her away from the harsh drafts that whipped around her even now. She tucked her chin down against her clothing and set her paws towards the horses.
She had barely gone a step when she found herself frozen in place. The normally steady and almost dignified stallion was pawing the snow and crowding against the horse William had brought from the stable. He behaved heedless of the reins that had been dropped in the signal to keep himself in place and instead nudged and nipped at the unsaddled mare that squealed and kicked out at him. The thud of his hooves was muffled by the snow as the pup swallowed almost convulsively at what at truly made her freeze. The heavy sheath that was tucked beneath his stomach had begun to disgorge the heavy soft glans that lowered towards the ground inch by slow inch. The stallion's muzzle was dropped down and nipping just at the base of the mare's tail with an increase in urgency.
She wasn't immune to what animals did or behaved. It was a part of her life, but she'd never truly stopped and stared. Not when she could see the large grey nose flipping up the mare's tail and nibbling the back of her hind leg. She wanted to turn away from it, but at the same time she wanted to watch. A strange thrill seemed to sing through her body, not unlike the night she had seen William teasing and bedding his partner. Wullie didn't seem to care that she was there or not as he snorted and restlessly shifted his stance. The entire time her eyes were locked on the member that extended further and further down towards the ground. Growing in girth and length by the moment. The only thing that could and did make her jerk back to the sight of the mare was a soft squeal and a wet splattering noise against the snow.
Flinne's ears darkened red as she watched the golden stream spill out from the revealed tear shape folds and shamelessly mark the stallion's muzzle. It trickled down over the soft lips as he rushed forward and drove his nose between her legs with a muted rumble. The soft thud beneath his belly signaled the fact that it had had the desired effects on the stud as his shaft stiffened and swayed up to bounce right off his stomach. The large grey head lifted as the fore lips peeled back in enjoyment of the mare's scent before he started to lunge forward. The watching wolf hound could feel her heart beat pounding in her ears loud enough that she didn't hear the soft creak of the snow behind her until it was too late.
"Naughty, pup, I see your taste in watching had not faltered." The breath was hot in her ears as hands wrapped around her waist pulling her back against the larger body. She stiffened slightly and swallowed.
"Ah cannae help but appreciate one enjoyin' what Ah haven't." She drawled out in what she hoped was a more relaxed voice. The hands on her stomach caressed over her layered clothing upwards and pulled her back a step.
"My my, and here I thought your tastes would be constrained. Did the showering flow bring out more sordid desires, my lady?" A hot tongue traced her ears as she watched the heavy bodied stallion heave himself upwards over the slight mare's haunches. Her last sight was of that thickened glans lining up with the winking folds before William drew her into the waiting cottage.
The inner room was warmer now, but not warm. It didn't matter. William drew the flushed hound closer to the fire where the crackling flames made it almost too warm and the light allowed him to pull her about to face him. His paws slide over her hips and he gave a slow smile. He couldn't have planned it better. Would she? Or would she balk? The look in her eyes was slightly unfocused as he teased his thumbs up along the curve of her waist and spread over the width of her stomach. On that simple touch her entire body shivered and her lips parted. The hare lowered his head to run his tongue against one of her ears again before pulling back and letting himself shrug his cloak free from his shoulders.
"I think, my lady, we can make it warm enough to do away with such trappings." He spread his cloak with a flourish on the ground before moving his hands up to his shirt.
"Aye, Ah think we can." Flinne's tongue flicked out to lick her lips and he picked up a definite tone of amusement in the drawling highland accent as she moved her own paws to her clothing.
He worked his shirt off with practiced ease, but with his eyes centered on the lithe young form that was slipping out of her bindings. The moment he had bared his light tan chest he moved his hand over to trail his fingers teasingly against the soft grey furred belly. He drank in the sight of the soft breasts that were revealed and tipped with pale nipples, hardened from the cold. He stopped at his own pants to see Flinne's fingers at her own and her eyes watching him avidly. She looked almost as hungry as he felt as he teased his digits along the line of his pants and the straps that held them up. He allowed himself to look down along her body meaningfully until her hands slid against the curve of her hips.
Only when he watched them slip past her thighs did he draw forward and pull her nude form against him. His nails drug along the line of her spine and savored the way she let out a soft cry as he traced his way down to the bare softness of her rump. He kneaded his fingers down against them and massaged as he pulled her up tight against his clothed loins and felt her breasts pressing down against his chest. The warmth of her scent teased his nose. It was an intoxicating mix of a ready female and the sharper musk of a predator. It was enough to set his own heart to racing as he trailed his nails inwards along the inner crease of her rump and trailed upwards to just beneath the base of her tail. He freed one hand to gently grip her wrist and draw it in to brush the straps of his pants.
"Now, we'll see if you can behave as sweetly as that mare did for your stallion." He murmured softly.
Flinne's heart was racing as each touch on her body set her on edge. The brush of the fingers against her fur and the drag of the claws had her pressing against them. The heat of the fire kept her warm as she was pressed up against William's body. The feel of the cloth against her soft mound was almost abrasive until he pulled her hand in to feel the lacings. With her ears held slightly back she pulled them and moved her other hand up to help. She could feel the weight of him pressed against the cloth. How many times had she envisioned what his cock would feel like in her hand? Inside of her. She let out a soft noise of frustration at the knots before she gave a pull and felt the material loosen. She was almost disappointed when the hare stepped back and allowed the pants to slide down his loins. But it did give her a view of the pink shaft that was half pushed free of his sheath.
"Ahh and now you will play mare to me, sweet lady." The hare's eyes twinkled with mirth. "You so eagerly watched the mare in the yard; I think you know how the game is played."
"A mare?" Her mind blanked for a moment before she glanced at the closed door and back again. "On all fours?"
"Yes, on all fours." A pleased expression blossomed over the bard's face. "On your hands and knees and then we'll see just how much like that mare you will be."
She gave a mock growl at the thought of being a mare, but the hare's hands moved to grip her hips and pulled them firmly so that she turned away from him. The cloak that had been spread out on the ground gave her a soft rest for her knees as she dropped to all fours and heard him following behind her. The fingers along her back trailed down while his other hand stroked along the inside of her thigh. He teased gently and brushed higher up before gliding down again teasing her by never quite touching the soft slickened lips. She spread her legs wider as she let out a low cry when the thumb just brushed against the crease of her thigh. The hand on her back shifted to massage just along the underside of her belly as he continued the frustrating touches that had her rocking back against him. She swung her tail higher and to the side baring herself to him.
"Stubborn, aren't you?" The smooth voice murmured behind him. "Let me see a flow spilling from between your legs to rival the mares and I'll promise you will not be left in waiting."
"Tae.." She twisted her head about and found the hare's features set in a challenging look. The teasing brushes of touch sending tremors down her body. She showed her teeth in an answering smile to answer that challenge. A slight brush of embarrassment tinged with the delight at the forbidden was hidden behind that smile.
William admired the soft sleek spade shape folds set between those thighs as his fingers nearly brushed against them again and again. The cleft showed a gleaming hint of wetness that made the musky sweetness of arousal hang on the air. He could feel his cock stiffening and rising up against his stomach as he watched her squirm for a moment. He could see the flush along the rim of her ears, even as she gave into his demand. Her folds parted slightly as a hot golden stream spilled out to catch along the tips of his fingers. The scent of her spiked on the air as he brushed his fingers upwards to tease just along either fold until her back arched upwards. Her tail jerked as his fingers were coated in the raw scent of her body. He let out a soft groan as his fingers curled to press just along the folds parting them slightly.
The sweetness of waiting so long for this moment made his orbs tighten almost painfully between his legs. His tip dribbled hot rivulets of precum as he wrapped his arm around her waist and shifted to his knees behind her. Her young pliant form arched up slightly as his chest pressed against the curve of her ass and back as if he mimicked the stallion outside. He felt like a stallion! The youthful hound offering herself to him in such a base manner combined with the knowledge he would sink his shaft into her virgin body had him breathing through parted lips. He used his knees to push her legs open slightly wider as he regretfully moved his hands away from her folds to drag his slickened finger tips over his cock tip. He teased himself as he rubbed his lips just behind the curve of her neck and gave a gentle press of his teeth before releasing her scruff.
"And will you be so bold as to tell me what you want, my lady?" He murmured as he drew his hips in close enough that he could trace his tapered tip just along the inviting outer folds of her mound. It was a heady rush to be in control of a predator, her body pliant and quivering beneath him.
"Ah want ye." Her voice came out almost too quietly. "Ah want tae feel ye inside o' me."
"Anything for my lady." He murmured as he felt triumph flood him and edged his tip up to put pressure just on her outer folds. His hands wrapped beneath her stomach and gave a harsh squeeze as he felt the last hot dribbles of her release catch on his eager tip and mingle with his precum. The wait had been worth it.
Flinne could feel the cock tip against her folds and she felt as if her heart was going to pound out of her chest. Her breathing came fast and harsh in her own ears as she tried to brace herself for something she had fantasized about a dozen times with her fingers acting as proxy. The weight on her back made her arms shake slightly and then William's hips lurched forward in a smooth forceful thrust. She let out a sharp cry as the hard tip spread her swollen outer lips open and her walls were wrapped around something slippery and almost hot. His groan came in her ears as inch by inch he felt his hips grinding up against her forcing his cock into her passage. It was thicker than her fingers and her walls were straining around him as she squirmed beneath his weight in reaction. Her outer lips were forced in on themselves as his weight bore down on her.
The hare's fingers moved to grip her hips and she could feel the damp digits of one hand drag against her fur as he gave a sharper shove. She let out a cry as the pleasure mingled with near pain as he drove himself inwards to the point she felt the heavy orbs bumping against her inner thighs. Her walls contracted around him tightly as he held still against her back. She felt each inch of him spreading her apart, the slight brush of the fur against his sheath and the weight of his orbs grinding against her. She let out a shuddering cry as his hips suddenly pulled back and dragged the firm flesh through her passage. A hot spill of something slick rushed out to splash along her passage as she arched her back out only to feel him drive forward again with a sharp groan. It was all she could do to push her hands in front of her and brace herself as he started the steady motions.
Her body reacted to each push and drag of his shaft inside of her. Her muscles contracted and squeezed around the girth as it drove inside of her. The larger body of the hare was pushed over her as his fingers slid upwards and she felt them wrapping around her breasts and kneading along them. Her entire form felt as if it were in tune with her rapidly pounding heart as each rock of the hips was met with a push of her body back. His cock seemed to rub and tease places inside of her that she had never been able to reach with her fingers. The discomfort of being spread so wide lost in the raw desire to feel more as each impact of the orbs jarred a wild cry from her body. The hot intoxicating musk of a male flooded her sensitive nose as they worked against each other. The sounds of her cries mingled liberally with his grunts and hisses when she clamped down tightly about him.
Flinne's fingers dug into the cloak beneath her as the pace sped up to the point that the hare barely pulled back before sinking home again. Her own slickness coated him and she could feel it sliding out of her splayed lips while she drew in a breath and cried it out again. The constant drag and push inside of her started to build her pleasure up to a near breaking point. Her body and muscles started to tense up as she squeezed her eyes shut and bucked her hips back harder against his own. Her walls squeezed and rippled as she felt the hands against her breasts grip down and pull her backwards with each thrust. It wasn't until his body suddenly drove forward in a thrust that nearly forced her chest down against the ground that pleasure rushed over her.
She gave no thought to stilling her cries as her entire body seemed engulfed in a pounding electric rush of pleasure. The world grew unsteady beneath her as she worked around the shaft that continued to drive in and out of her tightening body. A moan answered her own as the larger hare's body shuddered above her own. She could feel his cock swelling inside of her as pulses ran the length of her passage as it clutched round him. The first warm rush of seed that spilled out inside of her met with a shuddering whimper as she stilled herself. She could feel her body shaking as the tip spilled out rope after thick rope into her body. Marking her inside as the rapidly rising and falling chest pressed in against her back. The hands slipped down to her hips as William gave another slow grind forward before going still as well.
"Worth... the wait, my lady.." The panted words tickled against her ears as fingers caressed beneath the curve of her stomach. She normally vocal and sharp tongued pup cracked open eye and let out a soft sigh. At the moment, trying to come up with a witty reply wasn't quite worth the effort. Not when her body felt spent and dizzy still. Worth the wait indeed.
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