2 lost college girls happen upon a lonely cabin in the snow
This weekend was shaping up to be one of the best weekends of the year for Ava, Melina, and their friends. They rented a beautiful cabin in Mammoth for the long weekend, a much-needed escape from the mild LA winter. For them, 50-60 degrees just didn’t feel like real winter, and everyone in the group was eager to experience the snow-covered landscapes and the crisp, invigorating chill of a true winter weekend. Necessary to do before at least once before spring arrived. The lonely cabin, nestled among tall pines and blanketed in white, promised the perfect setting for a memorable getaway.
When they arrived, the group wasted no time. They quickly dropped their bags inside the cabin and rushed outside, eager to embrace the winter wonderland. What began as exploration soon turned into an impromptu snowball fight. By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, the girls were thoroughly exhausted, their cheeks flushed from the cold and their energy spent. They retreated to their cozy cabin, the promise of warmth and rest too enticing to resist. This wasn’t just any weekend, it was their last one before finals week, and they were determined to make the most of it. Tonight, they planned to crack open the bottles of alcohol they had brought along, ready to celebrate the fleeting freedom of their winter escape before the academic storm rolled in.
After a brief respite, namely hot showers and some scrolling on instagram, the group reconvened in the cabin’s living room, ready to properly kick off their weekend getaway. The centerpiece of their night quickly became a board game they had brought along, though the rules seemed to grow more flexible as the evening progressed. Bottles of vodka were uncapped, and before long, drinks were being poured liberally, the shivering liquor offering a sharp contrast to the growing warmth of the cabin.
The crackling fireplace was working overtime, pushing the room's temperature to a toasty level. Soon, the girls began shedding their heavy winter layers, leaving them in oversized t-shirts and soft cotton panties, as laughter echoed off the wooden walls and the cozy space grew increasingly lively. The mood was light, but the drinks flowed heavily—especially for Melina, the group’s ringleader, well-known for her impressive tolerance (or lack of it) when it came to alcohol. Leading the charge, she edged closer to that blurry, unpredictable line between tipsy fun and a full-on blackout.
It didn’t take long for Melina to stumble past the edge of tipsy fun and land squarely in the embrace of the “black lady”. Emboldened by her intoxication and frustrated by her recent loss in the game, she suddenly sprang to her feet, swaying slightly, and announced with slurred determination that she was going outside for a breath of fresh air.
The other girls barely glanced up, offering halfhearted acknowledgements before returning to their game, too absorbed in their laughter and drinks to pay much attention. Ava, however, wasn’t so quick to dismiss it. She knew her best friend well enough to recognize that Melina wasn’t in any state to wander off alone—especially not in freezing temperatures and unfamiliar surroundings. Rolling her eyes in quiet resignation but unable to ignore the pull of concern, Ava stood up, stretched casually, and grabbed her own winter gear.
While Melina clumsily wrestled herself into her snow pants, muttering something incomprehensible under her breath, Ava calmly followed suit, slipping on her layers with practiced ease. As they stepped outside, Ava realized the scene had transformed. The snow had started falling steadily, and she immediately noticed how the visibility was deteriorating—darkness cloaked the landscape, and the soft, swirling snowflakes obscured their surroundings like a thickening curtain. The playful warmth of the cabin felt miles away now, replaced by an eerie quiet and biting cold that nipped at Ava’s exposed skin.
Ava was broken out of her trance when she noticed Melina had decided to prance out into the gloom. Quickly cursing and calling out Melina's name, Ava jumped off the porch and followed her into the snowy darkness.
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Meanwhile…
The man had long grown accustomed to his solitude. The cabin that served as his prison was not hell, and for that small mercy, he was thankful. It was a modest place—at least, it was today. The house, fickle as ever, had decided he didn’t deserve much, leaving the space sparsely furnished and coldly unwelcoming. He never knew what it would offer or take away; its mood changed without warning, an unseen judge meting out daily sentences. Yet it hardly mattered. Food, water, and the needs that followed were irrelevant to him now. He had transcended—or perhaps been stripped of—such mortal necessities.
What the house couldn’t touch, however, were his two most treasured possessions, spiritual extensions of his very being: his pool table and cue. Fixed and immovable, they remained untouched by the cabin’s whims, as constant as his own existence.
His crimes were ancient, his guilt undeniable, and the names of those he had wronged were forbidden to pass his lips. He didn’t dwell on their identities or his deeds anymore; to do so only invited madness. Instead, he aimed his cue, struck the ball with precision, and watched as it rolled across the white felt. Over and over, endlessly, he played.
The cat was both part of his punishment and his solace—half his jailor and half a fellow prisoner. Her presence carried a weight he couldn’t quite define, as though she understood the nature of this place better than he did. She never spoke, of course, nor did she descend from her perch except on rare occasions, and even then, her movements were deliberate and soundless, like a ghost.
His movements methodical, his focus absolute. The rhythmic clack of the balls echoed through the empty room, the sound both comforting and damning. He was in an endless trance, lost to the monotony of his task—his self-imposed ritual. He knew better than to question why or resist. This life was his now, as demanded and decreed. This was his eternity. A quiet, measured purgatory. A punishment in disguise as a vacation.
And so they remained: the man and the cat, locked together in an eternal dance of silence and watchfulness. He played his pool game; she watched. Neither free, both bound by something deeper than punishment alone—companions in a purgatory neither had chosen.
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Ava’s heart pounded harder with each frantic step as she followed Melina’s fading footprints in the snow. The cold bit at her face, and her breath escaped in ragged clouds as she called her friend’s name, her voice growing hoarse. Panic crept in with every unanswered cry, and instinct drove her to quicken her pace. What Ava didn’t notice—what no one could—was the eerie way her own footsteps vanished behind her, wiped clean from existence as though by some invisible hand.
When she finally caught up to Melina, the sight made her stomach drop. Melina stood there, swaying unsteadily, her bare feet half-buried in the snow. She had lost her coat and boots somewhere along the way, left now in nothing but an oversized shirt that clung limply to her frame, and thin snow pants that seemed wet and hung heavily. Her arms were wrapped around herself, trembling violently, and her wide eyes were glazed, empty, as though staring through Ava rather than at her.
"Melina!" Ava gasped, grabbing her friend's shoulders, trying to shake her back to reality. The chill of Melina’s skin seeped through her fingertips like ice. Ava’s panic flared. She spun around, desperate for some sign of where they had come from, but her blood ran cold. The trail of their footsteps was gone. The trees—identical, dark, and foreboding—seemed to close in on them, stretching endlessly in every direction. The snow beneath them lay pristine, untouched, as if they had never walked there at all.
Her chest tightened, and she screamed, her voice echoing uselessly into the dark forest. “Help! Please! Someone, help us!” But deep down, she knew the truth: they had wandered too far. Her friends were back in the warmth of the cabin, likely passed out by now, blissfully unaware that their friends were a world away.
Ava turned back to Melina, who hadn’t moved, her shivering worse now. “We’ll be okay,” Ava said aloud, her voice cracking as much for her own sake as Melina’s. She had no idea which way to go, no trail to follow, No idea what to do…
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He missed a shot, Then another, The dull thud of the object ball rolling aimlessly across the felt jarring him from his trance, and for the first time in hours, his focus wavered. I don't miss shots, he thought. Blinking, he straightened and rubbed his temples, his mind slowly surfacing from the fog of his monotonous routine. It wasn’t just his concentration that had broken, though. He noticed the air had grown stifling, a wave of unnatural heat pressing against his skin.
Frowning, he pulled off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. The sudden realization hit him like a cold splash of water: the cabin shouldn’t be this warm. It never was. Slowly, his eyes shifted toward the far corner, where a stone fireplace had appeared—an unwelcome intruder. Flames crackled and hissed behind the iron grate, the flickering light casting shadows that danced along the walls. The fire hadn’t been there before. It shouldn’t be there at all.
His chest tightened, and his instincts flared like warning bells. He turned sharply to his only companion, the white cat, expecting to see her perched as always on her horizontal beam. But she wasn’t there.
His pulse quickened. The cat, usually unmoving and indifferent, had come down from her high vantage point. She sat still as stone by the window, her sleek white form illuminated by the firelight. Her head was tilted slightly upward, ears perked, her black-on-black eyes locked on the darkness beyond the glass. The man shivered involuntarily, despite the oppressive heat, unsettled by the sight of her so utterly intent on something outside.
He swallowed hard. “What is it?” he murmured, though he didn’t expect an answer. The cat didn’t blink. Didn’t move.
With growing unease, he stepped beside her, his bare feet silent against the wooden floor, and followed her gaze out the window. The world beyond was obscured—pitch-black, save for the swirling snowflakes barely visible against the darkness. He squinted, trying to see what had captured the cat’s attention. There was nothing there, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling, heavy and inescapable, that something was happening.
A chill ran through him, a sharp contrast to the heat in the room. He didn’t know what it was or why, but for the first time in a long time, the man felt uncertain for his future.
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Ava struggled, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she tried to lift Melina, whose body felt heavier than it should have. After several attempts, she managed to hoist her friend in a fireman's carry, finally getting her bare feet away from the snow, the biting cold already turning them white. Melina slumped against Ava’s shoulders, her shivering worsening with every second.
Desperation gnawed at Ava as she turned her head frantically, searching the darkness for anything—a trail, a landmark, a whisper of hope. The trees loomed around them like silent sentinels, identical and unyielding, their branches whispering with the soft fall of snow. She spun in place, her eyes darting through the shadows, but there was nothing. Just an endless stretch of white and dark.
Her pulse pounded in her ears, and for a fleeting moment, hopelessness threatened to consume her. But then a faint sparkle, so distant it was nearly imperceptible, flickered through the tangle of branches. Ava froze, her breath catching. It was small, fragile—barely more than a pinprick of light—but it was there, unmistakable against the black void. Her heart leapt.
Clutching Melina tighter, Ava set her jaw and moved toward it, her boots sinking into the snow with each labored step. She didn’t know what the light was or where it would lead, but it was the only direction she had—the only chance they had to escape the darkness that seemed determined to swallow them whole.
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The man’s heartbeat quickened, a rapid thrum in his chest that broke the unnatural stillness of the cabin. He startled as something appeared—something he couldn’t remember the last time he had seen. A door.
It stood there, wooden, solid and unassuming, set into the far wall where a moment before there had been nothing but planks. He blinked, his mind struggling to reconcile the impossibility of its sudden presence. For a long moment, he simply stared at it, breath shallow, as though afraid it might vanish the moment he moved. Slowly, he turned his head to his right, seeking the white cat.
She was no longer looking out the window. Instead, her onyx-black eyes fixed on him with unnerving intensity, her lithe frame poised and still. “What is happening?” he whispered, the words barely escaping his throat. The cat didn’t move, didn’t blink—she simply stared. Her gaze was as unyielding as ever, yet he swore he caught the faintest shimmer in her eye, a flicker like starlight, gone as quickly as it appeared.
Before he could process it, his legs began to move. He gasped, startled at his own momentum, as though some unseen force had reached into him and pulled the strings. Each step brought him closer to the door, his body seemingly acting of its own accord, yet his mind churned with apprehension. What is this? Is this a trick?
He stopped in front of the door, hesitating for only a moment before his hand reached out and touched the doorknob. It was cold beneath his fingertips, more real than anything had felt in ages. He squeezed it, half-expecting resistance, but the knob turned easily. The door creaked lightly as it swung outward, the sound harsh and unfamiliar.
And then, for the first time in what felt like eternity, he felt fresh air rush over him.
He froze, his chest tightening with a mix of disbelief and awe as he took a deep, shaking breath. It tasted cold and sharp, untouched by the stagnant air of the cabin. Snowflakes drifted in through the open door, he stepped forward until he was at the threshold, his enhanced eyesight piercing into the night beyond.
Snow fell silently, blanketing the ground in endless white. Ghostly trees swayed gently in the distance, their dark silhouettes rippling like shadows cast on water. The stillness felt heavy, pressing against his senses, as if the world itself were holding its breath.
The man lingered there, staring into the grey void of the wintry landscape. What am I supposed to do? One question reverberated in his mind, louder than the wind, louder than his own thoughts. Am I free?
Behind him, the cabin was still, unchanged and indifferent. Unseen by him, the white cat had moved again, its form silent as snow. It sat on the back of a deep brown couch that had appeared, watching him with eyes that seemed to know far more than they would ever reveal.
As the man took another breath, his ears twitched, picking up a sound that didn’t belong—a soft disturbance, subtle but unmistakable, cutting through the heavy stillness of the snowy landscape. It wasn’t the whisper of falling snow, nor the creaking sway of distant trees. It was something else, something alive.
A shiver of awareness ran down his spine.
His eyes snapped forward, mind sharpening with an intensity that only countless years of training and existence could bring. At first, there was nothing but the shifting veil of snowflakes dancing in the wind, blurring the world into a canvas of white and gray. But then—movement.
Barely visible at first, a shadow stirred in the distance, breaking the monotony of the landscape. It weaved sluggishly through the trees, slowly growing larger, closer, clearer. The man tensed, his body rigid with the readiness of a predator who’d forgotten how long he’d been caged. His gaze locked onto the figure, unblinking.
Something was coming.
The figure drew nearer. And with it came the first sound of breath—ragged, labored, carrying with it a chill that had nothing to do with the snow.
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Ava struggled to carry Melina, each step through the thick, unforgiving snow heavier than the last. The freezing wind bit at her exposed skin, but she refused to stop. Ahead of her, the faint glimmer in the distance began to grow—its soft light pushing back against the endless darkness. With every inch it expanded, so too did her hope, swelling in her chest like a fragile flame. Please, let it be something—anything, she thought desperately, tightening her grip on Melina, whose shivering had grown weaker.
The glow was no longer just a sparkle but a beacon, guiding her through the void.
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His mind raced to his captors. Had one of them finally sent a being they believed capable of killing him? It was not impossible. He tensed, every muscle coiling with old instincts, and his hand shot to his side—reaching for a sword that did not exist.
Of course. The house never gave him such boons. Life was cruel, but cruelty had always been part of his penance.
He swallowed hard, tasting the cold air that stung his throat. If this was the end, he would not wait for it to come to him. He turned his head slightly, glancing back one last time toward the cabin’s open door. The fire still flickered within, warm and golden, an illusion of safety. Meeting the cat's eye, he felt as if the cat knew something he didn’t—something about the figure approaching through the snow, or about his fate itself. There was no comfort in her gaze, but neither was there malice. Only certainty.
“What do you know?” he muttered under his breath, though he didn’t expect an answer.
He exhaled, long and deliberate, and turned back to the darkness. Enough. If his doom was upon him, he would meet it on his feet.
With his fists clenched and his breath steady, he stepped beyond the threshold. The snow crunched softly beneath his bare feet, the dancing snowflakes melting against his bare chest. each step carrying him further into the icy unknown. The cold bit into his skin, but he ignored it. His eyes stayed fixed ahead, locked on the approaching figure—still nothing more than a twisted silhouette through the storm.
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Ava could barely move, her body heavy and unresponsive as the cold drained what little strength remained. In a final burst of desperation, she called weakly into the void, her voice barely more than a rasp swallowed by the howling wind. Her knees buckled, and she fell, Melina with her. The two collapsed into the snow, the weight of exhaustion and ice pressing down on them like an unrelenting hand.
Ava struggled to push herself up, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, but her limbs refused to obey. She looked toward the distant light—so close and yet impossibly far—and felt hope slip from her grasp like sand through her fingers. I can’t do it, she realized, tears freezing on her cheeks as the world around her seemed to close in. The light shimmered faintly through the darkness, untouched and indifferent, as if mocking her weakness.
Her vision blurred, her strength gone. The snow cradled them both, its icy embrace deep and unyielding, as the wind screamed above.
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The being had fallen low, as though it believed it could escape his gaze, a foolish assumption. He moved swiftly across the snow, his silent feet barely leaving a trace in the fresh powder. It had been a long time, but his body was as sharp as ever. His eyes remained locked on the figure ahead, growing closer, closer still, as he prepared to strike, hands raised, ready to pounce, when a sound, quiet and full of anguish, reached his ears.
A cry.
It was unmistakable. Female. A sound of pure distress, raw and full of pain. His body tensed, every instinct pulling him to a halt, His stop throwing a powder of snow forward. The rush of his thoughts scattered as his gaze shifted downward, where two women lay in the snow, their forms stark against the white landscape.
One was awake, her face streaked with tears, her sobs breaking the silence in a way that felt like a knife twisting in his chest. The other—pale, deathly still, her body unmoving beneath the blanket of snow.
The man’s breath caught in his throat, his focus narrowing. The fight, the threat, seemed suddenly irrelevant in the face of such vulnerability. He lowered his stance, adrenaline slowly leaving his system as he realized what was at his feet.
=
I thought I was dreaming, the world around me swirling in a haze of exhaustion and frost. But then, out of nowhere, a figure appeared before me—a lithe, shirtless man, his presence sharp and unreal against the backdrop of the endless night. His form seemed to cut through the darkness, a vision so vivid that it made my heart stutter in disbelief.
Is this real?
My breath hitched, and I couldn’t help but wonder—Are you God? The question came without thought, more a desperate whisper than anything else. I stretched the last remnants of my strength, pushing through the freezing numbness in my limbs. My hand reached out, trembling, fingers barely brushing the air between us.
Please, I whispered, the word escaping from my lips like a prayer, fragile and lifeless.
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“Please,” the girl whispered, her voice barely audible in the cold. But her plea was unnecessary. Without hesitation, I reached down and, with little effort, scooped both girls up in my arms, cradling them against my chest—one atop the other, their bodies cold and fragile against me. The weight was nothing; it felt easy.
I could barely see over them, but that didn’t matter. My focus was sharp, my mission clear. I moved quickly, my feet barely disturbing the snow as I ran back toward my prison, the only place I knew would offer any semblance of safety.
As I reached the door, it swung open on its own, as if anticipating my arrival. Without slowing, I rushed inside, stepping into the warmth that immediately wrapped around us like a heavy cloak.
I set the girl who had spoken by the door, the motion swift and purposeful. She gasped, her wide eyes frantic. I gave her a firm shake, enough to rattle her from her daze, and spoke with a calm authority.
“Strip out of your clothes” I told her, my voice low but insistent, “and put on the clothes by the door.”
She hesitated for a moment, as if not understanding the urgency, but then her eyes flickered to the pile of dry clothes lying on the floor nearby. She nodded quickly, and began to strip, the warmth of the room chasing away any lingering stupor.
Ignoring the first girl after I had given my instructions, I turned my attention to the other girl, whose body lay unnervingly still in my arms. With a sense of urgency, I gently set her down onto the wooden table that now occupied the center of the room. Without sparing a glance at the cat, which perched above me on its beam, I focused solely on the girl before me. Her form was delicate, fragile and still, chest barely rising and falling.
I quickly ripped off her damp shirt, not giving thought to whether it held any significance to her. The cold, wet fabric needed to be removed as soon as possible. Her pants followed soon after.
As I looked at her more clearly for the first time, I saw her pale skin, nearly the color of death itself. Her bare chest rose and fell slowly, small breasts like snowcaps. She drew labored breaths, as if each one took every ounce of strength she had left. Her panties clung to her bare frame, and as I went to remove them, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of her vulnerability.
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As Ava changed into the dry clothes, slipping into the fresh shirt and panties, she appreciated the warmth that enveloped her skin, as though they had just been pulled from a dryer. The softness of the fabric was a stark contrast to the cold and harshness of the snow outside. She glanced over at the man, who was focused entirely on Melina, his back muscled and taut, the strength in his posture undeniable. He seemed so in control, as though this process, the one that would ultimately save her friend’s life, was second nature to him.
Ava’s gaze drifted around the room, taking in the large table that sat at the center, its polished wooden surface reflecting the light from the roaring fireplace in the far right corner. An antique wooden pool table with black felt stood on the side of the room. In the corner, a large couch rested, positioned almost perfectly to enjoy the warmth from the fire. There was an odd comfort to the space, but it also felt strangely foreign, like she didn’t belong here. For a moment, she wondered who this man was, how he seemed so effortlessly at ease in this strange environment, and why the house was so warm—too warm, almost—as if the heat itself was alive. She also found herself thinking about how he had so easily carried both her and Melina, despite his lithe form. She and Melina weren’t exactly heavy, but the ease with which he moved them... it didn’t seem human.
But these questions were fleeting, and Ava’s mind quickly pushed them aside. There were more important matters at hand. She slowly rose from where she sat, her body stiff from the cold and the lingering exhaustion. Her steps were cautious as she approached the man and Melina, her eyes focused on what he was doing. She couldn’t help but watch, a mixture of gratitude and concern in her gaze.
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I could feel the other girl approaching behind me, her presence faint. Yet, there was no time to explain, no time to comfort her. My sole focus remained on saving this pale girl’s life. With deliberate care, I lifted her from the table and carried her toward the couch that had appeared in front of the fireplace. I couldn’t help but wonder why the house seemed so intent on accommodating these girls—why it had shifted its form to provide for them. Holding her with one arm, I used my other to remove my pants. leaving me as clothed as the girl in my arms.
Settling onto the couch, I cradled the girl’s fragile form against my chest, positioning her naked back toward the warmth of the fire. The heat from the flames washed over us, but it was my hands that did the work. I gently rubbed her cold, small body with my hands, coaxing the warmth and life back into her still form. Her skin, icy and pale, slowly began to respond to my touch, the faintest flush of color creeping into her cheeks. As the warmth spread, my own body and soul grew hotter—whether from the effort or something else, I couldn’t tell.
The realization that the moment of action had passed slowly washed over me, and I relaxed slightly. Unable to remember the last time I held a woman, my next reaction was only natural and hardly controllable. my penis had become aware of the situation, it gradually filled and raised until it was fully hard and tucked under the pale girl's asscheeks, the tip between my legs poking towards the fire.
I looked up then, my gaze shifting to the other girl. She was standing beside the fireplace, her eyes fixed on me and the girl in my arms.
My analytical mind took her in—5'5", light Hispanic skin that seemed to glow in the soft light of the room. Her sharp features gave her an air of quiet intensity, and her long brunette hair fell straight down her back. She had a slender, yet graceful build, her form lithe and elegant, like that of a ballerina.
Her chest jutted out, nipples hard through the grey shirt, which fell to her thighs, just a glimpse of the bottom of her black panties visible from my seated position. She possessed subtle curves that spoke of quiet strength and fluidity, standing poised and composed, even in such an unknown situation.
Her expression was unreadable, but I could sense the weight of her thoughts. She was still processing, still adjusting to everything. I wondered what she might make of all this.
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As I walked over to the couch, my attention shifted to the man and Melina. I became acutely aware of the vulnerability of my friend, naked in his arms. A wave of concern washed over me, and I couldn't help but feel protective of her in this strange, unfamiliar place. My instincts screamed to be cautious, to fear this man, but as our eyes met, something shifted. There was a flicker—an unspoken exchange—through the gaze we shared.
In that brief moment, a hint of trust and something deeper, more emotional, flowed through the bond between us. It was subtle, but unmistakable. I could feel the sincerity in his eyes, the genuine care he held for me and Melina. The weight of it settled within me, and with it came a deep, calming realization. Despite the mystery surrounding this man and everything that had happened, I knew he would not harm us. His intentions were pure, and in his actions, I could sense nothing but a desire to help and protect.
-
"I'm sorry for how I spoke to you," I said, my voice softer now. "I had to get her warm as quickly as possible."
She nodded, her expression understanding. "I understand."
I gave a small nod in return, but my attention was already shifting back to the situation at hand. For the first time in a long while, my routine had been interrupted. A new variable had been introduced, and I had no idea how to handle it.
Breaking the silence, I asked, "How did you end up in the woods?"
She gave me a brief rundown of her story, detailing how she and her friend had wandered into the wilderness, lost and desperate. I nodded again, absorbing the information. I wasn't sure how my prison had found them or why it had brought them here.
When she asked, "What is this place? Why is the layout so strange? And where did my wet snow clothes go?" I could hear the confusion in her voice. She seemed to realize her wet clothes were no longer by the door, and a small laugh bubbled up from inside me. At least the house was consistently unfair to all of us. I had noticed my own clothes had disappeared from the floor too, almost as if it were playing a game.
I took a moment, thinking carefully before answering. "This is my cabin," I said, my voice steady. "I live here and hunt in the surrounding area. The cabin... it isn't built for normal life. It's not what it seems."
I could tell my answer did not sate all of her curiousity, but it was the safest response. Anything more would tell her too much, and I wasn't about to endanger her by revealing more than I should.
Just as I turned my head to focus back on Melina, I noticed the white cat. It was perched above us, its gaze fixed firmly on the girl I was speaking with. She followed my eyes and, after meeting the cat’s unblinking stare, her expression shifted.
"Woah," she exclaimed, her voice a mix of awe and wariness. "Your cat is kinda scary."
I couldn't help but smile slightly, the tension easing just a little. There was something almost comforting about the cat’s unflinching watchfulness. Despite its unsettling appearance, I had grown accustomed to its presence, as much as the house itself.
"I know," I said still with a slight smile. "But it's a good companion."
"It? Is it... a she?" she asked, a note of curiosity in her voice.
I simply shrugged, not willing to offer more than that. My attention shifted back to her as I noticed a slight shiver run through her body. It was a subtle movement, but it didn’t escape me. She, too, had suffered in the cold, and now, like the pale girl in my arms, needed warmth.
Without hesitation, I spoke in a clear, commanding tone. "Come here and sit behind me."
I shifted on the couch, moving forward to make room for her. With the pale girl still cradled in my arms, I made space for the other girl to sit against me, offering her the warmth of my back. The fire’s heat was comforting, but i knew it wasn’t enough to stave off the chill she must still be feeling.
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Ava hesitated for a moment when the man told her to sit behind him. She barely knew his name, and yet here she was, about to join him, to press against him for warmth. The thought made her nervous, but as another shiver ran through her body, the realization hit her: she needed warmth more than anything else right now. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she lowered herself behind him and instinctively circled her legs around his, pulling herself closer.
He leaned back slightly, his movements controlled, and gently pushed her back until her spine rested against the couch. Ava let out a quiet sigh of approval as the heat from his body seeped into her, an unnatural warmth that spread through her in waves. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so comfortable, so alive.
Her hands instinctively ran down his sides, tracing the contours of his toned body, before they settled on his abs. She could feel his muscles shift under her touch, and for a moment, his body stiffened—he shuddered slightly, as if her touch had affected him more than he let on.
A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. The man, clearly as affected by the warmth of her presence as she was by his, didn’t hide his reaction.
Leaning her head up, she whispered softly near his ear, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire. "What is your name?"
It was a simple question, yet one that seemed loaded with a weight she wasn’t sure how to explain. She was drawn to him, to the inexplicable pull of his presence, and with the oddness of the situation, she had to ask, to know this simple thing.
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I stared into the fire, lost in its flickering depths for a long moment, considering how to respond to her question. The silence stretched, but she didn’t press, continuing to lightly run her hands up and down my sides. It was a calming, almost soothing gesture, and for the first time in a long while, I simply enjoyed the moment.
“What was my name?” I murmured to myself, more as a reflection than an answer. After a beat, I whispered it aloud, as if saying it would make it real once more. “Cole.” For the first time in centuries, I remembered my own name, the simple sound of it grounding me in a way I hadn’t felt in ages.
I felt her smile against my skin, her fingers still moving over me in gentle motions, and I couldn’t help but grin, pleased at the knowledge she had now of who I was.
“What’s your name?” I asked, my voice quieter now, as this small exchange held more weight than she could know.
“Ava,” she replied quickly, her voice warm. Then, her voice softened more, “And the girl in your arms is Melina.”
I nodded, absorbing the names, feeling a sense of familiarity settle around them, even though this was the first time I had heard them spoken aloud.
-
How do you thank someone for saving your life? Ava wondered, her mind racing. Would words be enough?
She let the words escape her lips, unsure how they would land. "Thank you," she said, her voice soft and filled with sincerity. "You saved us. We would've died without you."
As the words left her mouth, she noticed his body stiffen, a subtle shift in his posture. Each sentence seemed to weigh on him more heavily, his thoughts deepening, as if her gratitude had struck a chord within him. He didn’t respond immediately, his gaze still fixed, unblinking, on the flames in front of him.
She could feel his presence pressing into her, his stillness almost palpable. In his arms, Melina was sound asleep, her breathing steady and calm. Ava’s hands, reaching around him, now absentmindedly rubbed up and down Melina’s sides. As her mind swirled with unspoken questions. She felt the warmth of the man’s back against her chest, and in that moment, something in her shifted—an awareness that this man, this stranger, had changed the course of their lives in ways she could hardly comprehend.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The fire crackled, filling the silence between them as Ava continued to gently caress her friend’s side, unsure if her words had made any impact at all.
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"Lean forward, Cole," Ava asked, breaking the silence, her voice gentle but firm. He did as she instructed, giving her the space she needed to remove her shirt, leaving her just in panties
"Lean back," she said, her tone soft. As he leaned back, she felt the warmth of his body press against her naked breasts, her chest gently coming into contact with his back. She could feel him stiffen at the close proximity, his body tense as if uncertain of the moment.
"It's okay," Ava whispered, her soothing voice filled with a quiet urgency. "I need the warmth."
They both knew that the warmth was more than just physical. Ava could feel the weight of the moment, the tension hanging in the air, and despite the obvious discomfort, there was something comforting about being so close to him, as if this strange, unexpected bond had formed without either of them fully realizing it.
The silence stretched on for a while, the crackling of the fire gradually dying down as its warmth began to fade, leaving the room at a more comfortable temperature. I instinctively reached down to the floor and pulled up a thick comforter, the softness of the fabric feeling almost surreal in the stillness of the room. Without looking back at Ava, unsure if I could meet her gaze and see her body without need stirring within me, I set the comforter next to her. Then I stood and carried Melina to the door that had materialized. I knew it would lead to a bedroom.
As I reached the door, I spoke over my shoulder, my voice steady but with an underlying tension. “I need to keep Melina with me to make sure she stays warm. That comforter is for you,” I added, my words deliberate, as I tried to keep my distance emotionally. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Without waiting for a response, I reached back, closing the door softly behind me. No lock, I noticed. Of course, I muttered to myself “this devilish cabin would never”.
Inside, the room was dim, but the bed was large, an oasis that seemed almost too luxurious for what I had grown used to. I lowered Melina carefully onto the bed, pulling the comforter over her naked fragile form. The warmth from the fire still lingered in her skin, but I couldn’t leave her unprotected. Sliding in beside her, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her lightly to my chest. Her face buried in the crook of my neck, her steady breath lightly dancing over my sensitive nerves.
I took a moment to appreciate the form of the girl lying next to me. She was small, standing at about 5'3", with pitch-black hair that fell to her shoulders in waves. Her dark eyeliner and shadow framed her closed eyes, giving her a gothic look even in her sleep. I couldn’t help but notice how fragile she appeared, her limbs delicate and thin.
I imagined her usual attire—black jeans, maybe some flowy black shirts or long black dresses, all dark and gothic. How I knew this, I couldn't quite explain. It was as if the knowledge had settled in my mind without my consent, some fragment of awareness that felt strangely familiar. But it didn’t matter now; what mattered was the warmth I was providing, keeping her close and ensuring that she was safe.
As I drifted off to sleep beside Melina, my mind was still alert enough to perk up when the door opened quietly. Ava slipped in, moving without a sound, and slid into the bed next to me. Her naked form pressed up against my back, wrapping her arms around me.
“It’s cold out there,” she whispered softly, her voice barely above a breath.
A blatant lie, but I understood. She had been through a harrowing experience, one that had left her shaken, and I could tell she needed reassurance. She needed me, and given the situation, I couldn’t bring myself to turn her away.
As Ava settled against me, it felt like an unspoken plea for protection, and I gave in without question.
As I once again faded into sleep, I found myself savoring the feeling of her hands on my chest. Slowly I felt her hands wander down my chest in small circles, her delicate fingers making me shiver. Moving lower to my abs, Ava traced the lines and scars of my body, using her nails to scrape and tease her way down. At this I stiffened, knowing where she was headed but unable to physically stop her as my hands were holding Melina. “Ava” I whispered sharply, turning myself to face her, letting Melina go. I stared at her, hoping to silently warn her off of what she had in mind, but she just hummed happily and her hands moved lower.
Staring into my eyes, she traced down my abs and finally brought both hands to rest on my hard penis. My hands snapped down and grabbed her wrists, not moving them but restraining her from going further. Looking into her piercing hazel eyes, I started to explain why this was wrong. I was distracted as she smiled and slowly moved her head up and forward to kiss me softly. The passion and appreciation of the day surged into me and I softened to her kiss, slowly releasing her wrists and raising my hands to caress her cheeks.
Her hands slowly began to move back and forth, giving me the first true sexual pleasure I had felt in a long time. I moaned into her mouth and the kiss deepened, lips dancing with each others. I soon felt the pleasure deepen as her hands moved faster and I knew I wouldn't last long. I broke the kiss, whispering, “I’m close Ava”.
She smiled and kissed her way down. My chest, stomach, abs, lower and lower, holding me at my plateau. Slowly she continued until her mouth met my penis. As I felt her mouth engulf my cock I was overcome with pleasure. At that moment I let go. Shooting the first load into her throat, I wrapped my hands in her long brunette hair and pulled her mouth against me as I rode out the waves of my earth shattering orgasm. She struggled to breathe but did not push away, just swallowed load after load.
As I finally stopped cumming, and slowly released her hair, she gasped and smiled up at me. Then she kissed her way back up my body, ending at my neck, where she nuzzled in, satisfied. I took deep breaths, still shuttering slightly, having forgotten what an orgasm felt like. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight, kissing her forehead and running my hands through her hair. “Thank you”, I whispered. Her response was to kiss my neck a few times and nuzzle back in.
I wanted to hold Ava as we fell asleep, to offer her the comfort she deserved, but I knew Melina needed my warmth more. Her recovery depended on it—her fragile state demanded attention and care if she were to regain her strength quickly. Reluctantly, I let Ava go, gently detangling myself from her embrace.
Turning back over, I shifted onto my back and pulled Melina onto my chest. Her naked form small against my chest, nipples rubbing on my chest, head turned to face my neck, legs between mine. Her weight settled against me as I felt a soft exhale, a faint shiver escaping her as the warmth of my body again began to seep into hers.
Ava didn’t say anything, She shifted closer again, this time grabbing my side and using it as her pillow. Her head rested comfortably in the nook of my shoulder and I wormed my arm under her and pulled her close. I could feel the steady rhythm of her breathing against me. In that moment, despite the chaos of the day, a calm filled the room. The fire crackled softly, the cat's watchful gaze the doorway not registering in my mind as I felt myself drifting, holding them both in this fragile peace.