Norlandia was mostly covered in snow, Among 12 months 8 months were of harsh winter and 4 were of mild summer. It was a first month of summer and winter was almost about to fade.
A carriage rumbled through the light forest, its wheels crunching over the remnants of winter's snow, now muddy and grimy beneath the emerging summer sun.
The trees, once bare and stark, were beginning to bud, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers awaking from a long slumber.
The air was crisp, carrying with it the scent of pine and the faint promise of blossoms to come.
Two guards flanked the carriage, their horses snorting and stomping impatiently. The guards themselves were stoic, their faces weathered by the harsh Norlandian winters, eyes sharp and alert.
Their armor bore the signs of battle, dented and scratched, a testament to their experience and the dangers of their land.
At the reins of the carriage sat a woman, her short hair whipped by the wind, barely reaching her eyes. Her physique was that of a seasoned warrior, muscles defined and visible even through her thick clothing.
She was a Norlandian female through and through, her strength and resilience etched into every line of her body. Her hands, calloused and firm, gripped the reins with an ease that spoke of countless journeys and trials.
Inside the carriage, a stark contrast awaited. A girl, her long black hair knitted into two ponytails, bounced with excitement, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
She wore a dress of deep red, a color that seemed to absorb the very light around her, making her stand out like a beacon of passion and desire. Her cheeks were flushed, not from the cold, but from the fervor that burned within her.
"I can't wait any longer!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of impatience and eagerness. "When will we reach home?"
The driver, her voice a low rumble, replied without turning, "An hour, My lady. We will be there in an hour."
The girl's frustration was palpable. "An hour? That's too long! I can't bear it anymore. I need to see Lucian."
Her expression turned lustful, her eyes glazing over as she spoke his name. "Finally, after months of planning and sacrifice, you will be mine, Lucian. Do you know how long I've waited for this day? From the moment I saw you, I felt an excitement and love unlike any other. But you were a noble, untouchable. If only you had been a commoner, I would have bought you then and there. But now, you are a slave of our household, and you will be mine."
She leaned back, her hands clasping the edge of the seat, knuckles white with anticipation. "Those beautiful white hairs of yours, those ocean-blue eyes... I can't wait to tie you to my bed and have my way with you. But don't worry, I'll treat you better than any other. Ahhh, just thinking about your beautiful face, that snow-white skin, and that lean, thin body of yours—so different from those battle-hardened men. Lucian, I can't wait. If it weren't for this important mission my father gave me, I wouldn't have to suffer like this."
Her breath hitched, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Oh, Lucian, just thinking about you makes me so horny, I can't control myself."
Outside, the forest continued to pass by in a blur of green and brown, the carriage's pace unyielding. The guards remained vigilant, their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger.
The driver's grip on the reins never wavered, her focus unwavering as she navigated the treacherous paths of Norlandia.
Inside, the girl's fantasies played out in her mind, her body squirming with anticipation. The carriage rocked and swayed, matching the rhythm of her racing heart, carrying her closer to her prize, closer to Lucian, and closer to the fulfillment of her dark desires.
The girl's eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she gave in to her desires. Her hands moved with a mind of their own, exploring her body with a hunger that matched the intensity of her fantasies.
She pinched her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, a soft moan escaping her lips with each twist and turn. "Ahh..urgh Lucian, my Lucian," she whispered, her voice a husky plea.
She opened her tunic slowly, revealing her heaving chest, and removed her bra, letting it fall to the side. Her breasts spilled free, her nipples hard and begging for attention.
She cupped them, squeezing and kneading, her thumbs brushing over her sensitive peaks, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. She bit her lower lip, stifling a louder moan, her eyes screwed shut as she lost herself in the fantasy of Lucian.
"Ohh, Lucian. My Lucian," she breathed, her voice a desperate plea. "Once I reach home, I will tie you and fuck you till my lusts die."
Her imagination ran wild, painting vivid pictures of Lucian bound and helpless beneath her. She saw herself straddling him, her body pressing down on his, their skin flushed and slick with sweat.
She leaned forward, her hands roaming over his chest, her mouth capturing his in a fierce, hungry kiss. She could taste him, feel him, his body moving beneath hers, his breath mingling with her own.
She pinched her nipple harder, a loud moan escaping her as she imagined Lucian's hands on her, his fingers digging into her flesh, his body moving in sync with hers. "Ahhhhhhh, So good, Lucian, How can you be so beautiful, I have gone to Southern kingdoms but never seen someone like you. If only some was even half as good as you."
Her hand drifted lower, slipping under her pants, her fingers finding her wet, swollen folds. She gasped at the contact, her hips bucking up to meet her touch.
She started to rub, her fingers moving in tight, quick circles, mimicking the motion she planned to use on Lucian. "Ahhhh..,argh, So good, Lucian do it faster, move your body, yes, yessss, Ahhh.."
Her other hand continued to fondle her breast, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipple, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She was lost in a haze of lust, her body on fire, her mind consumed by images of Lucian. She could feel his hands on her, his mouth on her skin, his body moving with hers in a rhythm as old as time.
She slid her hand under her pants and gently caressed her nether regions, her fingers gliding through her wetness, coating her in her own desire. With each movement of her fingers, a faint pleasure spread, building and growing, threatening to consume her. "Ah… Ah… Uhng…"
Her hips began to move in earnest, thrusting up to meet her touch, her body begging for more. She rubbed more boldly, her fingers dipping inside her, then pulling out to circle her clit, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body flushed and sweating.
"Lucian," she panted, her voice a desperate plea. "Lucian, I'm so close. I can feel it."
Her fingers moved faster, her body tensing, her breath hitching as she chased her orgasm, her body begging for release.
Before long, The girl, with a lewd expression, thrust her hips forward, lost in masturbation, her body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her mouth open in a silent scream, her body convulsing as she found her release.
The girl's body trembled with the aftermath of her orgasm, but her desire was far from sated. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a simple handkerchief, its edges worn and faded from time and use.
Embroidered on it was a single word in the Norlandian language: "Lucian." She remembered the day he had given it to her, mistaking her for a commoner.
To him, it was a trivial gesture, but to her, it was a treasure beyond measure. She brought it to her nose, inhaling deeply, imagining she could still scent him on the fabric.
"You might not remember this handkerchief, but my and only my Lucian," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire, "the moment I saw you, I had this unstoppable urge to take you with me and fuck you."
She began to rub her nether regions over her panties, the thin fabric doing little to dampen the pleasure. Her hips moved in a slow, sensual rhythm, grinding against her hand, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Uh… Huh… Ahgh… Good…" she moaned, her voice a low, desperate plea.
Her imagination ran wild, painting vivid, erotic pictures of Lucian's naked body beneath hers. She could see his pale skin flushed with desire, his ocean-blue eyes dark with lust, his lean, muscular body moving in sync with hers.
She rocked her hips faster, her fingers digging into her flesh, her body begging for more.
As her excitement reached its peak, she brought her hands up to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, her fingers pinching her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. "Lucian..ahh do it faster yes, yes, oh Lucian!" she cried out, her voice a desperate, pleading moan.
She focused solely on the pleasure she was feeling, her body on fire, her mind consumed by her fantasy.
The fluids from her arousal had flowed down her legs, soaking her pants, her thighs slick and shiny. She started moving her fingers faster, her touch more insistent, her body tensing as she chased her second orgasm.
"Huuuh♥" she gasped, her legs clamping down, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. The world turned blindingly white, her mind engulfed in a haze of ecstasy, all thoughts fleeing as her body quivered with the force of her climax.
For a moment, she thought she was floating, her body weightless, her mind adrift in a sea of pleasure. Then, she collapsed limply, her body shaking with the aftermath, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Ahhhhhhhh, Lucian you are the best. Just thinking about you makes me feel this good. I have to be patient just a little while longer and we will unite and enjoy eternal lust and pleasure," she panted, her voice a mix of exhaustion and anticipation.
The carriage continued its journey, the wheels rumbling over the uneven path, the guards outside oblivious to the erotic spectacle within.
The girl, her body sated for the moment, leaned back against the seat, her eyes closed, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. She was close now, so close to her goal, to her prize, to Lucian.