I slipped into my coat, pulled the hood over my head, and then pulled on my gloves, all while Konstantin pulled on his fluffy white coat. He looked amazing in the fox fur, amazing and massive, but when he pulled on a white cashmere hat, I realized that he'd also be camouflaged. I, however, would stand out against the snow.
“Not in the storm, you won't,” he said. “You'll look like a shadow.”
“Did you just read my mind?” I gaped at him.
Kon laughed boisterously. “No, I read your face. Come on.” He waved toward the door.
Once we were in the corridor, we maintained a respectable distance. Kon led the way to a door that opened onto one of the castle's many gardens. The garden he'd chosen wasn't used during winter nor did any of the castle rooms look out upon it. In summer, it was favored by the ladies of court for the wealth of roses it contained. But all the rosebushes had been covered with burlap weeks ago and the snowstorm had stolen even more of their identity, turning them into white blobs, as if someone had started to make an army of snowmen only to stop halfway.
We stepped out among the mounds, into a flurry of snowflakes, and I had to squint against the wind. It was a testament to the power of the storm that it managed to invade the walled garden. Kon took my hand and led me forward, his strong legs clearing a way through the snow for me. Heads down, we followed a path that was only distinguishable because it was between the snow-covered rosebushes. Then we came to a small copse of trees that provided some relief from the wind.
I let out a foggy huff and looked up at last, releasing the edge of my hood. Konstantin kept moving forward, winding through the trees to take us off the garden path. Footsteps were already in the snow, and he followed those several feet. Back, against the castle's curtain wall, was another dome of snow, but this one was far larger than the rosebushes and had a little tunnel poking out from its base.
“Is that an igloo?” I asked.
“That is merely camouflage.” Kon shot a grin at me over his shoulder as he strode up to the thing.
Hidden within the trees, with piles of snow to either side, the construction blended into the background as well as Konstantin in his white coat. As I stepped up to it, the height and breadth of the thing became more apparent; it was at least ten feet across and nearly the same in height.
“Go on.” He waved me toward the tunnel.
I crawled down the short opening, through a flap that waited at the end, and found myself within a gleaming steel dome. At least, it appeared to be steel. As I crawled into the dome, the cold from the ground instantly abated. This wasn't steel at all but some kind of beneather material that didn't conduct heat. It wasn't an invention of my people, though we did have portable lodging specifically made for the cold. No, this was something else. Something meant for one to two people to shelter in during any kind of conditions.
In the center of the space, a circular platform rose, covered in blankets. The base flowed seamlessly into the floor, and the floor flowed up just as smoothly to become the rounded wall. A vent at the bottom of the wall brought in heated air while another in the domed ceiling circulated it. Ledges ringed that top vent, flowing smoothly out of the wall just like the sleeping platform. Square lights sat upon them, illuminating the interior. It was warm enough that I instantly removed my coat, laying it on the blankets to make the bed even more luxurious. As Kon crawled in, I removed my boots and set them on the floor near the entrance. My gloves went into them.
“Kon, this is amazing.”
“It's a Kaplan hunting tent. I always bring one with me on missions.” He grinned broadly and shrugged out of his winter gear, doing the same thing with his coat as I had with mine, then rubbing the fur down to remove the chill. “I wanted to take you somewhere we could be completely alone and assured of privacy. The storm gave me the opportunity I've been waiting for.”
A thrill shot through me as I realized what he intended to do with this privacy. “Konstantin Garin, did you build us a love nest?”
“I might have.” His grin turned wicked. “Are you still tired?”
“Not in the least.” I started to remove my shirt.
That was all he needed. Kon began pulling off his clothes as if they were on fire, tossing them onto the floor. My hands slowed on my own garments as his body was revealed. Thick muscles formed curves that cried out to be carved in stone and immortalized for all to gaze upon. Biceps the size of my calves. Shoulders strong enough to strap an ox to. A chest that was so glorious I wanted to weep. Then he pushed down his pants.
“Oh, Goddess,” I whimpered.
Golden-brown thighs, corded into thick masculinity. Perfectly shaped calves sprinkled with auburn hair. Slim hips. And there it was, the piece of flesh that had haunted my waking and sleeping moments. The rod that had taunted me, rubbing against mine without ever making an appearance. It was finally on full display for me. Not quite the size of Niko's steel phallus, but that didn't make it inferior. Quite the contrary. As Kon sat down on the platform, his cock bobbed, the thick shaft blushing at my inspection and weeping for joy at finally being admired.
I was naked, and I couldn't remember undressing. All I could focus on was that beautiful piece of rigid flesh. Had I said that I was sick of cock? That sickness vanished as soon as Konstantin's divine dick had been revealed. I got onto my hands and knees on the bed, my hair falling around me, and crawled to Konstantin. He had gone still, hands splayed on the blankets, bracing himself. But as I drew closer, he stretched out his legs and spread them for me, welcoming me between.
A rough breath left my body as I dropped my head to nuzzle his heavy sacs, reveling in the way their springy hair tickled me. His scent deepened. Darkened. Became something delicious. It rose around me as I gave his length one long lick.
“Oh, fuck!” Kon cried out, leaning back on his hands as his head lolled.
“Lie down, Konstantin,” I said. “This is going to take a while.”
“Misha,” he groaned as he lowered himself to the fur. His hands went to my hair, spreading the thick locks over his thighs before cupping my face. “Are you sure you're ready?”
“I'm way past ready.” I took hold of that impressive length and stretched my lips around it.
Groaning at the rich taste of him, I slid him over my tongue, taking him as deep as I could before sucking my way off. Then down again I went, one hand rubbing what I couldn't fit in my mouth, moving moisture over his length. When I got him wet enough, I sucked at his spear-shaped head and moved onto my knees so I could use both hands, running one fist after another continuously down his shaft.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck, you're good at that. It feels like I'm fucking an endless ass.”
I laughed so hard, I had to yank my mouth off him. “An endless ass?”
