Whenever you're cold... [male-futa, dark elf, huge breasts, anal]

Towa didn't even remember why he had to walk all the time. He had a vague, ominous feeling that something bad was going to happen to him if he stopped walking. The cold air stung in his lungs. While his limbs were gradually freezing and getting stiff, his lungs felt as if they were on fire. Towa wished that he could have just stopped breathing. Maybe death wasn't so bad after all. Right now, Towa imagined death being like a really, really deep sleep. The only difference being that he would never have to get up again. But was there even anything this world that it was worth getting up for? Towa couldn't see anything. Only a blurry mass of white below him and another blurry mass of blue above him. It looked like he was going to go blind soon.

Towa wondered why he had to endure such ordeals. His mind was already so drowsy that he didn't remember anymore where he was or what he was doing here. It was getting harder and harder to distinguish dream from reality. Images kept popping up before his eyes and Towa tried to recognize them. A fair-haired woman with a gentle smile on her face. That must have been his mother. A tall, irascible guy with a mustache and huge hands. That was his father. Towa had a feeling that he hadn't met them in a long while. Another image appeared in front of him, that of a small girl with silky blonde hair. She looked as if she recently had cried a lot, but her face was very pretty. “You have to come home soon, Towa!” she said to him. Home... the word sounded magical to Towa. Right... that was it. That was the reason why he was here. He was going home.

A sudden shock went through Towa's body as his right foot hit a rock that was hidden underneath the snow. Towa stumbled and almost would have fallen flat on his face, but his primary instincts kicked in just in time to balance his body and prevent him from tumbling. In an instant, Towa was wide awake again. His body was still swaying. Towa felt dizzy, as if he had just suffered a blow to the head. Or rather, as if he had just awoken from a deep slumber... Towa stood still and looked around himself agitatedly. The shock from having hit the stone had cleared up his mind for the first time in a long while.

There was nothing to be seen. Snow-covered fields as far as he could see. It hurt to look at them. Not only because Towa was sick of the sight of snow, but also because the snow was reflecting the light of the sun and it stung in Towa's eyes. He had already lost most of his vision to snow-blindness during the last few days. In the distance, Towa could see some blurry black specks. They could have been a forest, or maybe some rocks. In any case, there was nothing that Towa could have possibly recognized. He honestly had no idea where he was.

But at least his memories were now returning bit by bit. While it was somewhat reassuring to know who he was and why he had come here, it also made him realize how dire his situation was. If he remained standing here, he would surely freeze to death before soon. He had to keep moving, so that his limbs wouldn't stiffen from the cold. Towa started walking again, a lot faster now than before. The snow almost went up to his knees, so he had to pull his feet out of the snow for every step. It didn't make walking any easier. But he had to endure it, Towa told himself. There was no other way. Grimly determined, Towa furrowed his brows and clenched his fists. His fingers were so numb that it took a while for them to form a fist. Towa didn't even want to think of what his fingers looked like underneath the leather gloves. They were probably covered in blisters. Maybe some of his fingers had already turned black. Dead frozen meat, just like all of his body would be before soon.

Towa shuddered. Not because of the cold, but because of the thought of his inevitable death. Even if he had known his way, it was more than doubtful whether he would have been able to make it

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