White mountains stretched around Sparrow, flurries of snow circled him and as the flakes settled on his eyelids his limbs started to shiver. He tried to walk. The ground was slippery and cold, so cold it burned his feet as he stumbled.

‘What is this?’ He yelled out, ‘I thought this was supposed to be lust.’

The only reply he got was his voice echoing back at him, then thunder from above. The snowflakes seemed to thicken. He was cold now. And somewhere in the back of his mind he decided that he had been trapped - he didn't lust for beautiful women or wealth - he lusted for warmth - anything but the cold.

Sparrow's muscles start to seize up. His leg wouldn't bend at the knee, and he toppled down the mountainside, pulled along by a giant sliding wave of snow. He hit something and there was a scream and then as he slid to a stop at the bottom of a large snow-covered slope Sparrow felt the tiniest patch of warmth. It took a lot of effort and pain to open his eyes, they'd been welded together by frozen water. When he got them open and blinked through the flurry of snowflakes he found Sherry - the Demon Queen - lying beside him. Only she seemed much smaller than before. All her demonic strength had been stripped away leaving her a slender human form. With shaking hands Sparrow reached out and pulled her a little closer.

'Sparrow?' she called out, grabbing for his chest.

'It's me.'

'I-I can't see,' Sherry said.

Sparrow swallowed and a large lump of ice slid down the back of his throat, 'Your eyes are frozen Sherry.'

With slow mammoth-like steps Sparrow pulled himself to his feet, with a groaning back he lifted her from the snow. Beside them was a large rocky overhang that went into the side of the mountain. It wasn't exactly a cave but it was more sheltered than in the open. With stumbling feet he carried her towards the shelter. Three times he fell, burying both of their faces in fresh deep drifts of snow. Sherry didn't even cry out, the shivers had stopped and her body was starting to go limp like someone falling into a coma.

Sparrow ran the last few steps. The world was darker inside the little cavern and towards the end was a small rocky shelf lying like a bed above the snow. It wasn't much and it was bloody freezing but it was better than the ground. He laid Sherry down on the rock shelf and crawled beside her.

‘C-come here,’ she stuttered, turning her back towards him and pulling one of his arms over her shoulder until they were pressed against eachother like a cocoon. The hours ticked away, but slowly warmth returned in the patch where their bodies touched. The ice melted from Sherry’s eyes like tears and she snuggled closer.

‘Mmh, this is good Sparrow.’

‘Yeah,’ he said, his hand was on the flat of her stomach, her skin was cold and smooth beneath his palm, ‘But Sherry, I thought this was meant to be like… hot lust… not freeze my face off lust.’

She laughed, ‘All the other sins you went through. Was there pain?’

‘Lots of pain.’

‘Then why should this be any different?’

‘Well, I thought because you were here… maybe…’

‘There are few things in life that can be attained without pain Sparrow. I could’ve sent someone in my place, but I chose this.’

‘Your entire body feels like a block of ice.’

‘Well,’ she smiled and leant closer until her lips brushed his ear, ‘warm it up.’

He kissed her lips. Brushed the clinging snowflakes off them. Her mouth was hungry for him and they lay like that for a while, pushing closer and closer together, her hands ran down his body feeling the muscles and scars that inhabited his chest. His roamed the length of her figure, tugging at her waist to bring her closer to him.

‘Please Sparrow,’ she murmured between hot, set-your-lips-on-fire-kisses, please.’

One fist closed around the remnants of her clothes. He pulled and there was a snapping sound as they came away. Sherry let out a little gasp and bit his neck.

Sparrow grunted as her teeth left little lines of pink skin. Everything he wore including his sense of time fell to the floor. Her plump breast was made for nibbling and she groaned and writhed beneath him as he traced his tongue along it. The heat of his breath made her shiver and burn.

Her other breast was like honeyflesh. Perfectly round. Perfectly juicy. It jiggled slightly as he pulled away.

She grabbed his cock with one hand and pushed him onto the flat rock.

The cold on his back made his shaft stand even taller. So much so that it bounced into her mouth as she licked the length of it.

‘Oooh,’ he groaned, ‘my god.’

His toes curled as her mouth moved in a circular motion. Her fingers only just reached around the base of it and they were so soft and wanting as they clung to him.

She moved her mouth up and down, and he let out a cry, the pleasure was so intense. It was beyond anything he’d felt before.

‘That’s how I want you.’ she said to him in the silky voice of a demon queen, ‘I want you to scream my name.’

‘Sherry!’ he yelled, ‘Oh my…’ Her head bobbed up and down and her fingers played with the flesh below.

‘SHERRY!’ he yelled, unable to contain himself. His spine arched and his hands grabbed her bare cheeks, lifting her from the ground and planting in front of him.

‘Yes!’ she screamed, ‘I want you, I want you so bad Sparrow.’

His shaft plunged into the moist, hot space between her legs. Sherry’s legs went weak as he slid in and he held her in place as he slid further and further in.

‘Oh Sparrow,’ she moaned, ‘Oh Sparrow, I’ve wanted this for so… so…’

She screamed, and he screamed back. He moved back and forth, the heat between them was melting the snow in the cave. Water dripped from the ceiling onto his back and then burnt up in puffs of steam. Her hair was fanned out, eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Mouth open as she pleaded with him to not stop. To never stop.

His hands found her breasts and cupped them, using them as leverage to go deeper and harder as he unleashed all the frustration and lust and pain he’d felt over his many sins.

Behind them, their shadow was projected on the wall. It caught the curve of her hips, the swelling of her breasts, the firm, roundness of her ass as he spun her onto her knees. She lowered her forehead to the ground and her back arched like she was praying. The plump perfect cheeks of her ass invited him in.

He grabbed a fistful of melting snow and crumbled it so the flakes coated his cock. Which stood steel-tight to attention the moment the first flake hit it.

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He pushed his icy shaft into her and her reaction was volcanic. Her entire body stiffened up and her legs wobbled, ‘Sparrow, Sparrow, I’m on the edge. I’m going to…’

He thrust in further and the shaking reached magnitude ten. One of his hands reached between her legs, and felt the hot little knob that lit up her entire body.

‘Oh yes Sparrow, yes, yes…’ His finger traced a lazy circle around it as he thrust in and out. His other hand swept her breasts, his rough palm made her entire body stiffen again, and, ‘I’m… I’m…’ she let out one final wheeze before collapsing.

Her body lay before him totally relaxed. ‘I’ve never felt that before Sparrow.’

Shudders wracked her body and she swallowed, eying his still hard cock as he stood above her.

‘Now your turn, my prince. Do to me what you will.’

And so he took her lying on her back, breasts pressed against the hot stone until he was about to burst. He stepped back and his seed flowed from him into the puddles of snow below them.

Sherry waved a finger at him, ‘Naughty Sparrow,’ she licked her lips, then sucked the end of his tip, ‘don’t waste it.’

They repeated the process again and again, experimenting, licking, laughing, loving, until eventually, they collapsed, hot and blissful into eachother’s arms on the stone.

Sherry’s head rested on Sparrow’s bicep, and her back against his chest, and every breath he took rocked her slightly as her eyes closed.

One of his arms draped over her, cradling her to him as they fell into a blissful sleep.

****

Morning came and the mountain’s stark white light filled the cave, reflecting through icicles, a large snowdrift, and finally, two naked, sleeping beings cuddled up against the cold. Sparrow’s eyes opened slowly, he stared at the roof of the cavern, watching drops of water pool on it and then drop down onto the floor below.

His mind felt… fuzzy… he seemed to be seeing the whole world through muted tones - like looking through a stained glass window. He wondered why they hadn’t frozen to death overnight. Even together, surely the cold of the snow would be overpowering?

He stretched, his body felt loose and full of energy and as he stretched he stared at the sleeping form beside him.

Sherry was beautiful. She still had all the wickedness and sharp edges of a demon. But the curve of her lips, the soft skin of her face, her eyelashes which fluttered as she breathed. They were all so enticing. They made him want to squeeze back in beside her and take her from behind as a sort of round two - or three - or ten… he’d lost count the night before.

He stared at the entrance of the cavern. It was bright white out there, a desolate place. Full of cold and emptiness. Yet, it was their only way out.

The snow crunched beneath his feet as he walked to the stone arch. Beyond it the light was harsh, yet he could see down the side of the mountain. They’d have to be quick. Whatever kept them alive and warm in the cave wouldn’t keep them safe outside. Already he was starting to shiver. The bones of his feet felt that dull weariness that only cold can bring.

‘Where are you going Sparrow?’

He turned, Sherry was sitting up, all trace of sleep gone from her face. Her eyes seemed to grow bigger as they stared at him.

‘I uh… I’m looking for a route out.’ he murmured watching her as she stood and stretched. Her perfect ass pointed toward him, round and sculpted. Then she turned and faced him. He had trouble deciding where to look.

‘It looks like not all of you wants to leave just yet.’ she said.

He looked down at his swollen shaft. He could feel the magnetism, the heat coming from her body. It made his mouth water, just staring at her sent waves of pleasure through his soul.

In comparison, his back withered in the cold, the very thought of going outside made his throat dry, his eyes sore, and his head ache.

It wasn’t a hard choice to step back into the cavern.

Sherry kissed him as he came to her.

‘Last night you took me places I’ve never been before.’ she whispered, ‘I think it’s my turn to return the favour.

She kissed him again, and as she did she pressed him back against the stone.

‘Close your eyes.’

She kissed his mouth softly, her lips tasted sweet, her eyes…

‘Hey close them!’ she laughed.

Sparrow chuckled and shut his eyes, her lips found his again and slowly moved down to his chin, then the sides of his neck, making the hairs on the back of his arms and face stand up.

The pleasure shifted down his chest, rested lovingly at his abs, then teased the hot skin around his steel-hard cock. Then she paused, right on the verge of him.

‘Do you want this?’

Sparrow puffed,’ Yes. I need this.’

‘More than anything?’

‘More than anything ever,’ his back arched as the need in him built.

Like waves on the sea she rid the need, her hands weaved a pattern of pleasure across his sensitive skin, spasms echoed through his body. With his eyes shut there were no sights to distract him from the feeling of her on his skin. Her lips drew the passion to the force of a dam which burst open with a roar.

As she licked the last of the seed from him she crawled onto his chest, and laid her head in the space between his arms.

She was warm and her hair was lush and when he wrapped his arms around her he felt like a man. There was no other way to describe it.

****

Morning. Sherry appeared even more beautiful then before and she was hungry for him. They made love on the stone. On the floor. Against the walls with her legs in the air and his hands holding her. They made love in the snow and in the dark and they fell asleep, cloaked in each other.

****

Morning. Sparrow’s head felt fuzzy. He gazed towards the entrance of the cavern at the same time as his cock started to harden against her. There was a reason he wanted to go outside into the snow, only he couldn’t think why…

But there she was, her arm reached back and touched his waist, then trailed down between his legs. Getting a firm, strong grip on…

****

Morning. He was drilling the heck out of her. Her back was arched towards him. He had his hands on her hips, thrusting deep. They were facing the entrance. With each powerful stroke, she let out a little scream of pleasure. Something in the white vastness caught Sparrow’s attention. He couldn’t say what. It definitely wasn’t as pleasurable as slamming into the rear end of his beautiful demon queen. He could eat her up the way she was gazing back at him, equal parts passion and anger. He deepened his thrusts until she was bent double and wheezing for breath.

Eating…

He hadn’t done that in a long time. In fact. Had he eaten at all since they’d entered the cave? He glanced down at Sherry, her body looked fine. Not just fine… it looked gorgeous. Sexy. He couldn’t wait to…

****

Morning. The moment he looked towards the entrance of the cavern she was on top of him and riding him. His cock was still soft, but it grew hard and strong with her teasing.

‘What are you looking at?’ she said.

He looked up at her, she had a sexy, sweet smile on her face that didn’t carry to her eyes. They were hurt and questioning.

‘Something beautiful,’ Sparrow smiled, reaching up and cupping one of her breasts.

‘Me or the outside?’

Sparrow laughed, ‘You, of course.’ And he decided then that he was going outside. His feet were longing for the road. He’d spent too long in one place. He itched for a sunrise. He itched for crappy food and a campfire. And he knew he was going to regret leaving her. He knew that one day it’d be cold and wet and he’d be hurting and he’d look back on his time in the cave as the best in his life. And because he knew he had to leave anyway he knew he had to make it a loving he’d never forget. Something that would keep his soul warm on the cold nights. And keep his heart young in his older days.

He looked her in the eyes and smiled and told her, ‘You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.’

She laughed, little tears of joy flowed down her cheeks, ‘That’s the Sparrow I need.’

Between them his cock had stiffened nicely. In fact, it was bigger than it had ever been before. Sherry looked down at it with awe. In seconds she was on her back, hair in the air, and her breast was in his mouth, her legs shook, ‘Oh man, I love you.’

Sparrow licked her other breast and then kissed her, ‘You’re going to remember this for a long, long time.’

****

Morning. Sherry lay on her side. Her body was utterly exhausted. Yet whenever she moved tingles of pleasure surged through his body. She had never slept so well before.

‘Sparrow, I’m not sure I’ll ever recover from last night.’ she said. Her voice was all croaky from the shouts and screams she’d uttered.

An indulgent smile spread over her face as she remembered it. The heat. The passion. The round after round of orgasm.

Bliss.

She turned. For the first time since they’d arrived in the cave she was satisfied. She just wanted to hold him. Nothing more.

But when she turned she found nobody beside her, the stone was cold, and a pair of bare footprints lead through the snow onto the mountainside.