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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards at yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"The Snow Beast"
By Shon Richards


Nash Nighthammer shivered.  He didn't think he would ever be warm
again.  He was wrapped in two fur coats and his balls were still
withdrawn into somewhere around his lungs.  His gloved hands
ached as he carried his warhammer.  The snow kept falling and he
could feel his body grow colder with every snowflake.

He examined the ground for tracks.  For two weeks he had been
hunting the dreaded Snow Beast.  Every year, the Snow Beast was
spawned from the cold winds of winter and haunted the caravan
routes of Death Pass.  Every winter, the Snow Beast killed
hundreds of the merchants as they tried to get through the
mountains.  Every year, a new hero comes out here and kills the
Snow Beast.  Every year the hero's name is carved onto the stone
monument of deeds and the merchants reward him with gold.  This
year, Nash Nighthammer vowed to make his name carved.

Something moved to his right.  He spun around and brought his
warhammer to up.  The wind whipped faster and brought a flurry of
white before his eyes. He squinted into the white and tried to
see the Snow Beast.

He saw a woman.  She was naked except for a white fur cloak.  Her
body was as blue as the sky.   From her full breasts to her long
legs, her skin was a deep shade of blue.  The only color was a
patch of white pubic hair between her legs.

Nash shook his head in confusion.  He looked again and she was
gone.

"All-Mother protect me," he whispered.  He had heard of people
becoming snow crazy, but he thought that only happened to weak
people.  Nash was a hero.  His shoulders were broad and his arms
were thick with muscles.  The power of his legs once kicked down
an entire house.  Yet despite all of his strength, he worried
that his mind would not be as strong.

A day later he found the Snow Beast.  Nash came across a wrecked
caravan with frozen corpses.  He was checking for survivors when
a shadow passed over the sun and darkened the area.

It was the Snow Beast.  It towered twenty feet in the sky.  The
color of bloody snow, its body was massive.  The snarling face
was like a wolf with glowing red eyes.  The snow made it hard to
see but the wickedly long claws gleamed with evil sharpness.   

It sliced the ground where Nash had been standing.  The powerful
hero had dodged the giant claws by inches.  Nash let out a cry
and swung his warhammer.  Thirty pounds of steel slammed into the
Snow Beast.

It was like hammering a mountain.  Nash stumbled back from the
halted momentum.  Despair gripped his heart but he banished it. 
He would just have to swing harder.

The Snow Beast roared with the force of a hundred wind storms. 
Nash fell back from the onslaught of snow.  The Snow Beast struck
with its claws and Nash blocked it with his warhammer.  The Snow
Beast struck again and again and Nash blocked every blow, even
though each time he did, his arms ached from the tremendous force
he was stopping.  

Another roar from the Snow Beast was answered by the mountains. 
An avalanche descended upon them.  The thunder of the avalanche
drowned out the Snow Beast's cries as it stampeded onto them.

Nash ran.  Not even a hero can stop nature.  He ran as fast as he
could towards a ridge of stone for shelter.  He didn't know if
the Snow Beast could survive an avalanche.  He didn't plan to
stick around and find out.  

As he ran, he saw the woman again.  She was by the shelter he was
running for.  Her white fur cloak had hid her but she rose as
Nash came closer.  Once again he saw her magnificent voluptuous
body that should not be exposed to the elements like that.  Once
again he saw the unnatural blue of her body that spoke of magic
and cold.

She turned and ran as he called out to her.

Nash reached the outcropping seconds ahead of the avalanche.  The
heavy snow pounded around him, obliterating everything in its
way.  He looked for the blue woman, but he saw her not.  Then
again, he couldn't see anything in the fury of the avalanche.

When it was over Nash pulled himself out of the snow.  He was
shaking with cold but he was alive.  All around him there were no
traces of the Snow Beast or the ruined caravan.

He didn't see the blue woman anywhere.

The next day he searched and couldn't find his prey.  He did
however find a cave and he decided to use it as a shelter for the
night.  The cave was freezing cold but it was out of the wind. 
Nash built a fire and ate his rations of salted beef.  

His mood was dark and unhappy.  He wanted to join the list of
legends.  He wanted to slay the evil of the Snow Beast.  He
wanted to know more about the blue woman.

That night he dreamed of being touched.  He dreamed he was in a
warm inn and that a barmaid was fondling his cock.  In his
dreams, he sweated and he groaned as he was brought to climax.

Nash awoke to a dead fire.  His seed had spilled itself inside
his pants.  What was stranger was that Nash realized he really
was sweating.

He walked outside the cave.  In the snow was an outline where
someone had laid.   He bent down and ran his hand among the
impression.  He traced the deep valley of where the breasts had
pushed.  He followed the curve of the hips and smiled as he
watched how far the outline of the legs stretched.  Nash stood
back up and felt a little better.  Hallucinations don't usually
leave such fine craters.

His smile was gone by midday.  Nash wasn't able to find the Snow
Beast but the cunning monster had found him.  The wind was the
ally of the Snow Beast; blinding Nash and cloaking the roar of
the creature with the fury of the storm.  Nash only knew of the
Snow Beast's arrival when foot long claws ripped the fur and
flesh from Nash's back.

Nash Nighthammer held back his scream of pain.  He did not hold
back his anger as he attacked the Snow Beast with his warhammer.
The explosion of rage powered Nash into a ferocious attack on the
cursed monster.  

For an hour they fought.  Warhammer rang against supernatural
claws.  The roar of Snow Beast was matched by the roar of a
warrior born.  Blood and sweat fell on the snow from both
opponents.  

In the end, Nash slipped on a splash of blood.  As he fell, the
Snow Beast struck and pierced his chest.  Nash gasped and passed
out.

The Snow Beast, wounded and exhausted, left him for dead.  

Nash bled on the snow.  At one point he awoke to a tremendous
pressure on his chest.  Later, he awoke to a strange sensation of
being dragged.  He opened his eyes and saw the sky move slowly
above him.  He passed out and dreamed of fire and ice.

Nash awoke back in the cave.  He felt his chest and a strip of
fur was over his wound.  Someone had bound his injury and did a
damn good job of it.  

She sat across from him in the cold cave.  Her blue skin nearly
glowed in the darkness.  Her cloak was around her shoulders, and
he saw that her white hair was cut short around her face.  It was
a warrior's haircut.

"Thank you," he said.

"Ki-ka," the blue woman said.

"I am Nash Nighthammer," he said.

She tilted her head.  "Pu tul needok?"

Nash laughed.  His chest hurt and he stopped.  "I doubt we
understand each other, but I am grateful to you."

He shivered and noticed the fire was out.  He groaned as he sat
up.  The blue woman watched him passively until he started to rub
two sticks together.

"Neda!" she cried as she jumped up.  She was obviously afraid of
what he was doing.

"I am sorry if you are afraid of fire," Nash said.  "But I am
cold.  Understand cold?"  Nash mimed the act of shivering.  It
wasn't hard to act out as cold as he was.

"Kol?" she said.  

Nash nodded and shivered again, this time for real.

The blue woman reached out and touched Nash's hand.  She gripped
his fingers and touched them with curiosity.

Nash sighed at her touch.  She was warm!  No, she was almost
feverishly hot to the touch.  He touched her arm, and it was just
as hot.  They looked at each other with mutual curiosity.  His
fingers roamed her body while she did the same to him.  She felt
the cold of his chest while he felt the heat of her shoulders. 
She gripped the cold of his thighs while he traced the heat of
her lips.  She reached into his pants and felt the cold of his
cock.  Nash cupped her breasts and enjoyed the blazing warmth of
her nipples.

"You have touched me here before, haven't you?" he asked.

"Fek," the blue woman groaned.  Her grip around his cock
tightened.

"Fek?" he asked.

She smiled.  "Fek," she growled.

The blue woman pushed him back down onto the fur bedroll.  He was
surprised by the strength of her push, but then again he wasn't
really resisting.  She crawled on top of him with her wonderfully
warm body.  Her soft full breasts pressed against his chest and
Nash moaned from the healing heat.  Hot legs rubbed against his
cold legs and Nash grabbed her buttocks as pulled her tighter. 
Every inch of her was life giving warmth.     

She grabbed his face and kissed him.  It was a rough kiss, full
of passion and need.  Her burning lips smashed against his while
her molten snake of a tongue invaded his mouth.  She took his
mouth and Nash welcomed her desire.  After weeks in the dead
snow, the blue woman's need was a welcome reminder of what it
means to be alive.

When she broke their kiss, Nash gasped for breathe.  The blue
woman ground against him, the trickle of her desire smearing onto
his cock.  She looked down on him, her full blue breasts hanging
before him.

"Fek," she said.

"Fek," he answered back.

She reached down and guided his cock into her.  Nash growled as
the furnace of her cunt embraced him.  She was tight, but not a
virgin.  Nash briefly wondered if there were other blue people,
or perhaps other wanderers of these cold wastes.  The blue woman
clenched down and Nash stopped thinking about such unimportant
thoughts and gave into the bliss of the moment.

The blue woman rode him.  She bent down low so that she could
cover his cold body with hers.  Large breasts pushed against
Nash's chest wound and he didn't care.  Powerful thighs straddled
his hips as her cunt moved with the unrelenting pace of the wind.
 Hungry lips burned his cheeks with kisses.

Nash sweated in the cold cave.  His body felt warm for the first
time in weeks.  Liquid fire covered his cock with each thrust. 
White hair surrounded their faces as they kissed.  His hands
gripped every curve of her ass as he warmed his palms and fingers
on her.  

She climaxed in a flood of heat.  As her body froze in motion,
Nash kept pumping underneath her.  

"Fek, ek, fek," the blue woman moaned.  

Nash's cock erupted in a fountain of lava.  His cries were gagged
with the blue woman's tongue.

The exhausted warrior slept.  The blue woman lay beside him,
warming him against the night. 

At one point he awoke to an empty cave.  He heard a terrible
sound of thunder and avalanches.  Still exhausted, he fell back
asleep before he could rise.

The next morning he opened his eyes to a fire.  It was a nice
blazing bonfire of tree branches.  Nash was disappointed to be
alone but he was appreciative of the thoughtfulness.  

That was when he noticed the head of the Snow Beast.  It sat
beside his bedroll.  The terrible eyes were still glowing with
winter magic.  Some of the teeth were broken from some terrible
battle.  He recognized the bruise above the right eye where he
had smashed it yesterday with his hammer.  

Nash frowned.  He knew he hadn't killed the Snow Beast yet here
was the head.  It must have been the blue woman.  She must have
killed it for him.

He thought about the monument of deeds and the long list of men
who had brought back the head of the Snow Beast.  For a moment
Nash felt unworthy to have his name added but then he realized
something.  The merchants didn't care how the Snow Beast died. 
The men who would not be killed by the monster didn't care how it
came to an end. 

No one had to know how he earned the head of the Snow Beast.

Nash picked up his payment and packed his supplies.  He waited
for the blue woman but he didn't see her.  He had a feeling that
she had what she came for.    

He began the long walk home.      

The end.

If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/

          

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