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Chapter One - A Pixie In The Snow free porn video
The world was blinding white. Burning, yet cold. Unbearably bright to the naked eye with the exception of the odd husk that s**ttered the washed out landscape.
Husks of long dead trees, protruding from the ground, just above the snow. They themselves almost enveloped in the Sun’s glare.
I adjusted the sun glasses perched on my face, squinting still, despite their protection.
I shuffled my weight softly so as not to make a sound.
A clearing stood before me, where the warped shapes of dead bark thinned to nothing but the blinding white vale, but I knew they were listening. Ears trained to the sounds of our footsteps.
The snow crunched under the weight of my boot as I took a step forward and pressed myself against the brittle bark of the last tree at the edge of the expanse.
The area in front of me was empty. An opening that ran for nearly fifty meters, before meeting a line of trees on the other side. Empty, except for a series of dunes, almost invisible in the mid afternoon sun.
We had surveyed many locations this day, but this one was different. I could feel it, somehow. There was a presence within the dunes. A stirring that had been absent from the others.
A feeling of unease drifted over me but I quickly dispelled it with a grasp at my bow.
The nook of the arrow slid easilly between the string as I braced it beside my bare thighs.
They were near, certainly watching and listening. I could taste it in the air.
I peeked from behind my cover and caught sight of movement to my left and right. My personal guard, s**ttered at various points along my flanks. I signalled to the furthest at the right and he nodded his acknowledgment as he began to move from behind his cover. If there was anything in hiding, it was was about to be flushed from its hole.
The man, Peitre, took a few cautious steps forward, his own bow drawn before him. He shuffled quietly a few meters into the clearing, being especially careful of his footing. His pale garments bled into the white wash that was the surrounding snow drift and were it not for other items dotted about his person, he would have been nearly invisible.
A soft wind blew through the trees, lifting a dusting of snow from the ground. It swirled around me, my simple hooded cape, boots and panties offering little protection. I did not dare flinch or break my pose to seek better cover. The raw cold penetrated my bare breasts and thighs and I shuddered involuntarily.
Peitre had held his ground as the snow swirled around him. He froze on the spot, listening intentley. He began to draw his bow, when suddenly a shot broke out.
The silence was shattered by gunfire and a sudden flurry of movement.
I saw Peitre drop to the ground as several shapes darted from their hideouts amongst the dunes.
They moved across the blinding landscape, s**ttering in all directions as they made for the safety of the far tree line.
Amidst the chaos, I heard the familiar sound of bow strings being drawn and released. My remaining three personal guard had opened fire on the forms dashing throughout the clearing. I leaned from my own cover and drew. I spotted a form darting through the drift, almost lost to me in the dazzling bright. I sighted the target, tracking it across the plan, down the shaft of my arrow. Exhaled and released. My shot went wide as the form vanished behind the husk of a long dead tree.
My entourage continued to fire.
A thud as one of the fleeing forms hit the ground.
A shape to my left caught my eye. A flicker of uneasy movement. More delicately than the others, lighter on its feet, as though nervous of the world that surrounded it.
I took aim and released, but the form dissapeared behind a dune, causing my arrow to strike dirt.
I pulled another from the quiver at my waist and broke from cover, moving quickly to my left, along the edge of the trees, encircling my prey.
More gun fire, a quick burst that I felt strike the bark beside me, showering my bare stomach in shavings.
I dove for cover, felt another volley of fire impact against my shelter, before a volley of arrows from my guard forced them into supresion.
My move had brought me closer to my target, almost directly beside it, only a few meters away.
I leant from my safety, caught sight of my prey, drew, and fired.
The bolt hit the form square in the back.
It shuddered violently as it dropped to the snow covered ground.
Another volley of gunfire sent more bark against my skin. If it had not been for my glasses, I would have caught the debris in the face.
I ducked back behind the husk as my men opened fire again. This time they found their mark.
The gun fire was replaced by an agonising scream.
As I pried myself from my cover, I heard the sound of several of my companions signalled a hit also.
Silence descended upon the clearing once more.
The leader of my guard, Vlad, was moving from the safety of the tree line. He approached a target sprawled some fifteen meters into the opening. It was a young man in his mid-twenties, unshaven, dirty, clothed in ragged winter cloth. He had been impaled through the stomach by an arrow, a pistol lay on the ground beside him.
As I approached, Vlad retrieved it, stuffing it into the waist of his trousers.
He knelt above the wounded man.
"How many of you are there?" He barked from a throat that had smoked too many cigarettes.
"Fuck you!" he managed between agonized breaths, tears streaming down his face.
Another of my guard was inspecting Peitrie. He lay slumped on the ground, a single bullet hole through his right temple.
This was unfortunate. The Sovereign would not be pleased with me.
Vlad continued his fruitless interrogation. The man screamed as the arrow was wrenched from his body.
"How many!?!" Vlad boomed.
The man whimpered, but did not speak another word. Vlad removed his knife and sliced him across the throat.
I glanced over my shoulder, across the snow field, towards my own prey. Its petitie form was laying not ten meters away. I approached and as I drew nearer a smile began to creep across my ice cold features.
Maybe he wouldn't be so displeased with me after all.
The electric bolt had found it’s mark, hitting square between the shoulder blades.
There would be little to no superficial damage to the surface tissue.
I grinned to myself. I think in fact, he would be pleased. Very pleased indeed.
What lay before me was a delicasy indeed.
Small and shapley, no older than eighteen by my reckoning.
She lay face down in the snow, lengths of long blonde hair ran from her head right down to her slim waist.
I moved closer, examining my prey. Tight and lean, smooth pale skin.
He will be pleased.
I placed my hand upon her back, pressing her to the ice cold ground. She shrieked and recoiled from my touch. Unfortunately for her there was no where to go.
I raised my right hand and removed my leather glove with my teeth.
I grasped her firm ass with my bare palm before sliding my hand beneath her shirt, cupping a small yet shapely breast.
She recoiled in horror.
I slipped my fore finger against my tongue, lubricating it in a very clinical, practiced manner, before sliding it beneath her worn trousers and massaging her crotch. I circled her clitoris before pushing through her labia. She shrieked, louder this time.
My single finger met quite a serious amount of resistance. Her hyman was still intact!
Could it be that she is untouched!
Excitement rose within me. He would be very pleased. She may even make up for the death of Peitrie. This could even work to my advantage.
I turned to my compainions, my body guards.
“This one!” I shouted across the fields of snow and ice.
I removed my finger and placed it on my tongue. Such a sweet taste. I let it linger in my mouth.
I stared down at her perfect angelic form, laying in the snow.
The electric bolt had caused her to thrash her arms against the ground, and from where I knelt it appeared as though she had wings. Wings made of ice and snow.
One of my bodyguards appeared and began to bind her delicate limbs.
I felt her taste begin to leave my fingers as i gazed down at her limp form. At her snow wings.
He will be pleased. I had just captured a snow pixie.
Husks of long dead trees, protruding from the ground, just above the snow. They themselves almost enveloped in the Sun’s glare.
I adjusted the sun glasses perched on my face, squinting still, despite their protection.
I shuffled my weight softly so as not to make a sound.
A clearing stood before me, where the warped shapes of dead bark thinned to nothing but the blinding white vale, but I knew they were listening. Ears trained to the sounds of our footsteps.
The snow crunched under the weight of my boot as I took a step forward and pressed myself against the brittle bark of the last tree at the edge of the expanse.
The area in front of me was empty. An opening that ran for nearly fifty meters, before meeting a line of trees on the other side. Empty, except for a series of dunes, almost invisible in the mid afternoon sun.
We had surveyed many locations this day, but this one was different. I could feel it, somehow. There was a presence within the dunes. A stirring that had been absent from the others.
A feeling of unease drifted over me but I quickly dispelled it with a grasp at my bow.
The nook of the arrow slid easilly between the string as I braced it beside my bare thighs.
They were near, certainly watching and listening. I could taste it in the air.
I peeked from behind my cover and caught sight of movement to my left and right. My personal guard, s**ttered at various points along my flanks. I signalled to the furthest at the right and he nodded his acknowledgment as he began to move from behind his cover. If there was anything in hiding, it was was about to be flushed from its hole.
The man, Peitre, took a few cautious steps forward, his own bow drawn before him. He shuffled quietly a few meters into the clearing, being especially careful of his footing. His pale garments bled into the white wash that was the surrounding snow drift and were it not for other items dotted about his person, he would have been nearly invisible.
A soft wind blew through the trees, lifting a dusting of snow from the ground. It swirled around me, my simple hooded cape, boots and panties offering little protection. I did not dare flinch or break my pose to seek better cover. The raw cold penetrated my bare breasts and thighs and I shuddered involuntarily.
Peitre had held his ground as the snow swirled around him. He froze on the spot, listening intentley. He began to draw his bow, when suddenly a shot broke out.
The silence was shattered by gunfire and a sudden flurry of movement.
I saw Peitre drop to the ground as several shapes darted from their hideouts amongst the dunes.
They moved across the blinding landscape, s**ttering in all directions as they made for the safety of the far tree line.
Amidst the chaos, I heard the familiar sound of bow strings being drawn and released. My remaining three personal guard had opened fire on the forms dashing throughout the clearing. I leaned from my own cover and drew. I spotted a form darting through the drift, almost lost to me in the dazzling bright. I sighted the target, tracking it across the plan, down the shaft of my arrow. Exhaled and released. My shot went wide as the form vanished behind the husk of a long dead tree.
My entourage continued to fire.
A thud as one of the fleeing forms hit the ground.
A shape to my left caught my eye. A flicker of uneasy movement. More delicately than the others, lighter on its feet, as though nervous of the world that surrounded it.
I took aim and released, but the form dissapeared behind a dune, causing my arrow to strike dirt.
I pulled another from the quiver at my waist and broke from cover, moving quickly to my left, along the edge of the trees, encircling my prey.
More gun fire, a quick burst that I felt strike the bark beside me, showering my bare stomach in shavings.
I dove for cover, felt another volley of fire impact against my shelter, before a volley of arrows from my guard forced them into supresion.
My move had brought me closer to my target, almost directly beside it, only a few meters away.
I leant from my safety, caught sight of my prey, drew, and fired.
The bolt hit the form square in the back.
It shuddered violently as it dropped to the snow covered ground.
Another volley of gunfire sent more bark against my skin. If it had not been for my glasses, I would have caught the debris in the face.
I ducked back behind the husk as my men opened fire again. This time they found their mark.
The gun fire was replaced by an agonising scream.
As I pried myself from my cover, I heard the sound of several of my companions signalled a hit also.
Silence descended upon the clearing once more.
The leader of my guard, Vlad, was moving from the safety of the tree line. He approached a target sprawled some fifteen meters into the opening. It was a young man in his mid-twenties, unshaven, dirty, clothed in ragged winter cloth. He had been impaled through the stomach by an arrow, a pistol lay on the ground beside him.
As I approached, Vlad retrieved it, stuffing it into the waist of his trousers.
He knelt above the wounded man.
"How many of you are there?" He barked from a throat that had smoked too many cigarettes.
"Fuck you!" he managed between agonized breaths, tears streaming down his face.
Another of my guard was inspecting Peitrie. He lay slumped on the ground, a single bullet hole through his right temple.
This was unfortunate. The Sovereign would not be pleased with me.
Vlad continued his fruitless interrogation. The man screamed as the arrow was wrenched from his body.
"How many!?!" Vlad boomed.
The man whimpered, but did not speak another word. Vlad removed his knife and sliced him across the throat.
I glanced over my shoulder, across the snow field, towards my own prey. Its petitie form was laying not ten meters away. I approached and as I drew nearer a smile began to creep across my ice cold features.
Maybe he wouldn't be so displeased with me after all.
The electric bolt had found it’s mark, hitting square between the shoulder blades.
There would be little to no superficial damage to the surface tissue.
I grinned to myself. I think in fact, he would be pleased. Very pleased indeed.
What lay before me was a delicasy indeed.
Small and shapley, no older than eighteen by my reckoning.
She lay face down in the snow, lengths of long blonde hair ran from her head right down to her slim waist.
I moved closer, examining my prey. Tight and lean, smooth pale skin.
He will be pleased.
I placed my hand upon her back, pressing her to the ice cold ground. She shrieked and recoiled from my touch. Unfortunately for her there was no where to go.
I raised my right hand and removed my leather glove with my teeth.
I grasped her firm ass with my bare palm before sliding my hand beneath her shirt, cupping a small yet shapely breast.
She recoiled in horror.
I slipped my fore finger against my tongue, lubricating it in a very clinical, practiced manner, before sliding it beneath her worn trousers and massaging her crotch. I circled her clitoris before pushing through her labia. She shrieked, louder this time.
My single finger met quite a serious amount of resistance. Her hyman was still intact!
Could it be that she is untouched!
Excitement rose within me. He would be very pleased. She may even make up for the death of Peitrie. This could even work to my advantage.
I turned to my compainions, my body guards.
“This one!” I shouted across the fields of snow and ice.
I removed my finger and placed it on my tongue. Such a sweet taste. I let it linger in my mouth.
I stared down at her perfect angelic form, laying in the snow.
The electric bolt had caused her to thrash her arms against the ground, and from where I knelt it appeared as though she had wings. Wings made of ice and snow.
One of my bodyguards appeared and began to bind her delicate limbs.
I felt her taste begin to leave my fingers as i gazed down at her limp form. At her snow wings.
He will be pleased. I had just captured a snow pixie.
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