Chapter 21 Andri
Chapter twenty-one
Andri
When I open the door to the cabin, the snowdrift is nearly thigh high. The wind sweeps past me, rustling my fur. I scrub my hand over my face and let out a beleaguered sigh. Digging ourselves, and the resort as whole, out of this snow is going to be a lot of work.
“Brrr!” I hear from the bed behind me. When I turn, a half-sleepy Daphne has pulled the duvet over her head like a hood.
I quickly latch the heavy wooden door closed. “Shit, sorry. Forgot about that.”
I smile awkwardly at the precious little human in my bed. Her eyes rake down my body and land squarely on my crotch. She scrambles for her glasses on the bedside table and looks again.
“You’re not wearing your jorts,” she says slowly, still zeroing in on my cock.
“Uh yeah, sorry…I can put them back on?” Have I goofed big time? “I figured with everything that went on last night it wouldn’t be a big deal.”
“I mean, it’s not a big deal…it’s big, just not an issue.” She gulps. “Like really big…and blue. Are all snowmen like that?” She wags a finger up and down at me.
“Well, I’ve never met another snowman besides my own mother…and even if I had, I’m not sure the first thing we’d do is compare cock sizes.” I try unsuccessfully to keep my laugh under my breath.
“Would it be super weird if I asked you for a better look?” Daphne slides to the side of the bed and pulls her pants up over her perfect ass. “I mean, I’ve never been with anything but human men…I just want to know what I’m getting myself into.”
“Look all you like.” I smile broadly, my ego inflated by her shock. She grabs a barstool from the dinette and sits herself right in front of me. She pushes her wire frames back up the bridge of her nose and slaps her hands on her thighs before she just starts staring.
I fight the urge to caress her cheek, not wanting to disturb this obviously very scientific study she’s conducting. So I grip my hands behind my back.
“It’s…” She squints before her eyes snap wide and her mouth drops open. “Holy shit, is your dick sparkly?”
I look down at my manhood and appraise it.
“I don’t know if I’d say sparkly…but yeah, the skin there has a little shine to it.
It’s different from the rest of the skin on my body…
I think it’s gotta do with keeping that area warm, since it’s got no fur.
” I don’t know if I want to go down in her mind as the snowman with the glitter dick.
“I mean, it’s really pretty, don’t take it the wrong way…I’ve just never seen something like that.”
“You think I’ve got a pretty cock then?” The corner of my mouth ticks upward.
“I do,” Daphne says, placing a hand on my thigh. My groin tightens and I can feel myself getting hard.
“Sorry again, gah.” I try to take a step back, but she stops me and grabs the back of my thigh with her other hand.
She looks up at me over the rim of her wire frames, eyes darkening. “I didn’t say I was done yet with my inspection.” Her smile pulls into a lazy little grin.
My body goes stock-still as she traces her hand up my thigh and stops just under my shaft.
“No balls?” She tilts her head to get a better look underneath.
“Yes, but inside.” I cough, trying to keep my cool while my cock swells and turns purple as the blood that should be in my other head fills it.
“Neat,” she mutters before tracing that same finger around the root. “I like the shape.” She leans in, and her breath condenses on my most sensitive skin.
“The shape? It’s shaped weird too?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious.
“No! It’s a good shape, a different shape,” she looks up at me. “Is it okay if I touch it?”
“Yep, mm-hmm,” I rattle out. Nothing has ever been more okay in my life.
But just as her hand wraps around my girth, the room goes black.
“Oh!” she says in surprise, deliciously clenching her hand around me. My hips press forward.
“Power’s out,” I mutter through gritted teeth, knowing that I should really go get the generator going. For as cozy as these log cabins are with working heat and a roaring fire, the lack of insulation means they’ll get frigid quickly in this weather. “I should—”
“Stay right there is what you should do. Are you really going to deprive me of a heat source during a blackout?” She runs my tip along her cheek. “Because this is so warm, my own personal heating pad.”
I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from finishing right there. I freeze, not wanting to say something goofy and fuck up her stride.
“You make me feel so comfortable, like I can be honest and myself for the first time in maybe my whole life,” she says in a moment of sincerity as she cuddles my cock. “And you know what I honestly want to do right now?”
I gulp. “No, tell me,” I whisper, my hopes soaring sky-high.
She tilts her head down, tracing me against her lower lip.
“I want to suck your cock—” She snaps her eyes up. “And I want you to tell me exactly how to do it.”
There’s a pleading behind those eyes, and I know what she actually means. She wants me to take control, to give her the ability to submit. I take a deep breath, roll my shoulders back and grip her ponytail in my hand, looping the hair around my fist once.
“You’ll tell me if I go too far, won’t you?” I want to play into her fantasy, but I don’t want to hurt her. “We need a safe word.”
“How about Ted? I really doubt he’ll come up much given the context,” Daphne chuckles, breaking character.
“I’ve never once muttered his name during sex, so I think we’re safe.” A wicked grin spreads across my face. I tug her head back sharply, and she lets out a surprised gasp. “Now be a good girl and let me show you how I like my cock sucked. Do a good job so I can get this heat back on quickly.”
My blizzard angel pumps her hand over my shaft and tilts her head up, opening her mouth like my dick is mana from heaven. “Tell me what you want me to do.”