6. Warmed Up

Even though Emmalyn was almost frozen through, her skin turned an interesting pink color to show her embarrassment. But, he was right. Naked or not, he could see her and she gasped as his finger moved over the hard tip of her nipple as it scraped against the material that covered it.

Farrel gripped her shoulders as he turned her towards the tarp, then gave her a gentle but sound smack against her wet behind to get her moving.

She turned towards the tarp, and that smack on her ass stung harshly. She winced and waddled over to the tarp as he told her to. Once there, she sat down, making a sound when the flesh on her rear touched the tarp. She pulled the chemise off over her head and laid it out next to her, hoping it would dry quickly.

“Take it off and I’ll warm you once this rabbit is cleaned.”

He turned from her, expecting her to do what she was told. As he crouched down to skin and gut the little beast, he kept speaking. His voice was completely reasonable, regardless of what he was saying.

“Are you a virgin? You smell like one. Fucking you would warm you faster, but I’ll understand if you’ve some human rule against it.”

She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly to her. Emmalyn was still shivering, but the fire was helping. She looked over at him as he spoke. She was about to answer him when her voice caught in her throat over the candidness of his words.

“Yesss….” she said as her teeth still chattered away. “I am…”

She rubbed her upper arms with her hands. She purposefully said nothing else, since it wasn’t really a question, more of a statement. Farrel didn’t react to her confession. His concentration was on the rabbit. He stripped it clean, then jammed it into a makeshift spit to let it cook near the fire. The stick propped between two rocks he used the snow to clean the blood and fur from his hands, being extra thorough since he doubted the pretty human would appreciate smelling animal on his skin. Once he had gone through several handfuls of clean snow, he strode towards her. As he neared, he reached to loosen the ties on his trousers.

Even if she was a virgin, it only meant he got the pleasure of being her first. He hadn’t broken all that many in his time, but he remembered they were always so blessedly tight. Considering how small she was compared to him, he knew it would be an experience to remember for him. And he would try to keep from hurting her more than was necessary.

Excited by the prospect and eager to continue his task of protecting her by warming her, he shed out of his pants, tossing them aside. She couldn’t pull her eyes off him as he made his way towards her. It surprised her when his pants slipped from him, exposing not only his well-muscled legs but his manhood as well. Her jaw dropped as she tried to keep from staring. He knelt on the tarp beside her, leaning in close to her locked frame, and nuzzled his warm face against the side of her neck to breathe in her scent.

“Uncoil yourself, healer. Trying to huddle up for warmth when you’re ice cold won’t do you any good.”

She could feel his heat before he even got close to her. And, coupled with the fact that he nuzzled against the side of her neck, made her that much more docile towards him. She was desperate for the heat he could provide for her. He had promised her protection. Could she really deny him something such as her body?

They prized virginity among the humans, but it was unlikely that any man would marry her. She was too unique and dangerous to have around if any knew who and what she really was. And yet, here this... man was, and he wanted her, knowing already what she was.

She did as she was told, her body reaching out for that heat. Her arms loosened their hold on her legs as she stretched out a bit, moving closer to him and that blessed heat. He made an appreciative sort of growl in his throat when she loosened her posture. Without the chemise marring her perfect flesh, he admired her pale, full breasts with more desire than his cursory glance had before. When she stretched herself out, he moved with her, easily adjusting his body to her motions even while he subtly guided her down to her back by bowing over her. Once she laid beneath him, he gathered the excess material of the tarp and threw it over them, both closing out the rest of the world from view.

In that makeshift little cocoon, his heat filled the space rapidly. In no time at all, they went from being open to the world to being encased in one of their own. She wasn’t naïve as one would think a virgin would be. Emmalyn knew what happened between males and females. She also knew what to expect from her first time. But she never would have thought that her first would be one of his kind. She had heard the nightmarish stories of what happened when his kind lost control in the heat of passion and that bit of apprehension moved through her like the night chill.

Still reacting off both his needs to savor her and protect her, he pressed his hard body against her soft frame. He kept one elbow down, holding most of his weight up while his free hand swept down her arm; his heat prickling along her frozen nerves. As he reached for her hand and threaded their fingers together to warm that extremity, his head lowered and the warm, slick glide of his tongue circled the silken flesh of her areola. It spiraled inward, then flicked up, tasting her nipple before he pressed a tender kiss on that point.

“Your skin tastes like water,” he purred low in between heated, suckling kisses that drifted down along the sensitive underside of her breast. “Clean. Pure.”

As his hand held hers, their fingers laced together, she moved her body closer to him, her back arching a bit to press her chest up at him. She made a soft sound as his tongue moved over her skin, the texture rough against her soft flesh. She murmured something incoherent as she closed her eyes, giving herself to him if he wanted her.