Screwged

The chassis of the mangled Bentley groaned and slowly rolled off the ledge and down into the thickly snow-covered pines as she watched, holding the limp body of the driver to her chest. Idly she brushed a thick skein of her long dark hair away from the pale face of the unconscious driver, taking care not to let the thick locks interfere with her charge's breathing.

Turning, frowning at the woman in her arms, she strode powerfully through the drifts. In the wonderful dark and quiet of the night she forged up the mountain side, sliding through moon shadows and ever closer to the flickering flame glow of a lone window. It would take many long minutes, but she would get there: she always did.

It was the way of her people, and her way now.

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The unconscious woman was laid out on the bed, with all the covers available in the little shack piled atop her to keep her warm. The fire was roaring away and Adoette was stripping out of her clothes, laying her training gear out to dry on the clothes chest and putting her boots on either end of the weight bench that dominated the rest of the tiny dwelling. Apart from the bed, the chest and a tiny pile of romance novels, the weights - piles and piles of them - were her only possessions. Above the weights there were sixteen nails in a row, hammered into the wall and naked - an empty display. Only a turquoise charm, made by her mother when they still lived with the tribe, remained.

Adoette ignored them as she stripped down to nothing and stepped over to the bed. It was made to Adoette's size, so the unconscious woman under all the blankets appeared nearly lost against the vastness of it.

Pulling back the many covers, Adoette slid in carefully, wincing as pale, cold flesh brushed her own warmth - her skin was nut dark against the bluish chill of the woman.

Adoette resisted thinking about the most prominent feature of the woman in her bed as she pulled the covers over the both of them and wrapped a pair of protective arms around the chill body, pulling her in for a full body hug and gently slipping a heavy leg over the top of her guest.

A fall of long dark hair spilled across the woman's face and Adoette tutted before carefully pulling it clear of mouth and nose, feet and feet of glistening black tresses pulled out of the way. The woman was older than she was, maybe in her early forties and very beautiful, though in a slightly severe, patrician way. A brunette, her hair was dark, but still bright when against the inky black of Adoette's own hair.

Her skin was pale, a little blued due to the cold, but only faintly lined and well complected. Full, wine dark lips parted as Adoette breathed across them, a little sigh escaping as nostrils flared and the unconscious woman inhaled the spicy warmth of Adoette's breath. The woman was probably tall for a normal person, somewhere near six feet, in good health and fit, with a generous figure. It was always hard for Adoette to tell with normal people; against her own towering height and incredibly broad and muscular physique the woman looked almost pixie-ish.

Adoette took her charge's hand and slowly cupped it between both of her own, pressing her palms together and very gently rubbing heat into the cold flesh. It was hard to keep patient but she worked at it, bringing across the woman's other hand after a minute or two and warming both hands together.

She shifted and pressed the woman's feet, like icicles, between her own massively thick thighs. She pressed her legs together around them and felt the arterial blood along her inner thighs warm them, gradually inching them towards the heat of her sex as she shifted and checked on the woman.

She was breathing more easily as she warmed, sighing as the daggers of ice were slowly melted from inside her flesh. With another little gasp she turned into Adoette's warmth and pressed her hips into Adoette's cobbled middle.

Movement stopped as Adoette clenched her teeth and struggled not to scream.

It was the woman's last extremity that was the issue.

Brutally long and thick, a huge pale penis and heavy balls rested between womanly thighs and hid a tidy little femalia behind - and every inch of shaft pressing into Adoette's belly felt like the heart of winter.

"Well... nuts," Adoette muttered as she grit her teeth and pressed back into the contact, parking the massive member along the vertical split in her bread loaf abs.

She could feel the dick slowly warming, but slowly was the operative word. The blood flow was very poor indeed.

Adoette rolled her eyes and pressed the woman's warming hands between the meat of her enormously thick pectorals, trapping them in her cleavage and blushing as her nipples and small breasts were mashed more directly into the full, lovely bosom of the woman beneath her. That

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