Page 31 of Fresh Flesh

Joras

I catcha whiff of Maisie’s scent the moment I part the branches with my arm. Her squeal of fright gets me right in the heart, because the last thing I want to do is scare her.

“Maisie,” I say, pulling the branches out of the way and exposing the cave within. The stark contrast from the snowy outside to the darkened interior means my eyes don’t adjust right away. After a moment, I can dimly see her outline in the cave.

“Maisie,” I say again. “It’s me, Joras.”

Her hand flies up in front of her mouth, muffling a strangled sob. Tears stand out on her freckled cheeks as she lurches toward me. I gather her up into my arms and hold her close.

“Oh, my Maisie,” I sigh into her hair. “I thought we’d lost you forever.”

“Me too,” she says, sniffling and getting tears and snot on my uniform. I don’t care in the slightest. I’m just glad to have her back. “I was so scared. I thought you three had forgotten all about me already.”

“No,” I gasp, totally abhorring the very concept of forgetting the woman I love. “We could never forget you, Maisie, never. Mlarx, Lurg and I have been searching everywhere for you. We finally got your trail earlier today, and I’ve been dispatched to, um, collect you for the Overseer.”

She gives me a look, pulling back from my chest.

“I will do no such thing,” I say hastily. “I would never turn you over to him.”

“Then what are we going to do?” she asks, her bottom lip quivering.

“One thing at a time.” I look down at the shambles I’ve made of her branch fortress, though it didn't do much good. “We need to get you warmed up, fast. Your skin is like ice.”

“But I’m feeling much warmer, now,” she says.

“That’s the early stages of freezing to death. You think you’re warming up, but you’re not.”

I doff my coat and throw it over her shoulders. Then I venture out into the snow. It’s really coming down hard now, so much that the sky has become a solid sheet of lead.

I gather up some firewood, most of it soaking wet, unfortunately, and bring it back to the cave. I set it up into a proper pyramid, and then pull out my laser pistol. I dial down the intensity to the lowest setting.

“Let’s hope this works.”

I squeeze the trigger, and a yellow beam arcs out and strikes the wood pile. Steam hisses as the heat generated by my laser flash boils the water soaking our logs. Soon they’re dry, and then after another thirty seconds, I get a nice blaze going. I turn off the laser and bring Maisie over to me.

“Here,” I say, pulling her clothing off.

“What are you doing?”

“You need to be warmed up. Skin to skin contact is the fastest, best way, except for immersion in warm water. And I’m fresh out of warm water right now.”

I peel out of my garments as well, and then take her naked body in my arms. She sits on my lap, and after a moment she stops shivering. I hold her close while the fire and my body heat do their job.

It’s been so long since I held her, that my body responds. My cock gives a hard shake, and then engorges with blood. Maisie giggles, and kisses me on the cheek.

“Maybe you could try heating up my body from the inside out?”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. She lifts her haunches up and then lowers herself down. I grip my shaft so she can come down evenly on my cock. I gasp as her sweet, tight and wet pussy envelops my member.

We both groan as she slides down all the way. She’s facing me, wrapping her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck. I kiss her lips intensely, deeply. My heart soars with joy to have her in my arms again. I had thought she was lost, but now I have her back.

She rocks her hips in unison with my movements, both of falling into perfect sync. It feels amazing, like her pussy is custom made to sheathe my cock. She grinds atop me, gyrating her hips like the sea at storm.

I kiss her neck, my hands sliding over her now sweating back. She’s heated up all right, in every sense of the word. She cries out, grinding herself with more desperation than I’ve yet seen out of her.

I give as good as I get, and soon my eyes are watering as I struggle against the urge to cum inside of her quickly. I hang on while she rides my weapon like she was born to do it.

Her mouth flies open with a piercing scream that echoes off the cave walls. Then she collapses against me, nestling in close as her pants slow down and her sweat cools.

I never want to let her go again. Not ever.

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