Mercenary Woman Seeks Warm Man greentext

>Be a soldier
>You're given the important task of escorting a Duke through some infamously dangerous mountains
>You're proud to be one of the few chosen for this job, do it well and maybe you'll get more recognition and status
>ride alongside the carriage feeling smug, but not showing it like some gormless peasant obviously
>If not for the treacherous paths on the mountain it would be a cushy job, few bandits are dumb enough to attack such a well armed escort around these parts
>still, there might be monsters around who would like to corrupt such an important man, so you best keep an eye out
>finally get to the mountain path
>things are going well, but then-
>a growing rumbling noise echoes in the air, and the ground trembles slightly
>It's a landslide!
>It happens all too fast, you're thrown off your horse and are sent plummeting down the cliffside into the thick fog
>You panic as you're flipped like a ragdoll, hearing the sharp crunch of bone and feeling searing pain with every bounce and roll
>The only barely visible ground races towards you and everything goes black

>You have no idea how long you've been unconscious, but you wake up in what appears to be a swamp
>Miraculously, you don't seem to be in any pain, but you know that is a bad sign after what just happened.
>You're lucky to be alive, after all. Something is going to be broken, and you'll have internal injuries.
>against all odds, you find that you can actually stand up
>just about, anyway
>Rather than just sit here and die, you'll have to risk further injury and find a healer. There's always a village around in these kinds of places, hopefully you'll luck out and find one
>or at least a traveler willing to help out an injured soldier
>You can barely walk, something is clearly broken badly and you're only able to shamble slowly one step at a time
>the most alarming thing is how you can't feel a thing. This should be agony.
>Its strange though, you feel very, very cold.
>Its summer, but then these swamps are always very strange places
>Anyway, The sun is setting, so it must be the reason for the temperature drop.
>You hope.
>With the single minded determination not to die, you shuffle forwards slowly through the swamplands
>if only you can find someone, perhaps it isn't too late for you!
>It's so cold
>You wobble and shuffle through what feels like miles of swamp and woodland
>not seeing a single soul, but somehow you can still keep going after all you've been through, never running out of breath
>The will to survive is strong indeed, and you've probably pumped full of adrenaline right now
>If only you brought something warmer to wear under the armour
>Surviving all this only to die from hypothermia would be insulting
>This is ridiculous, it's supposed to be summer. Why did it have to get freezing on today of all days?

>You come to a halt as you finally reach a road
>and you're in luck! A young man is walking close by
>You cry out to him for help, but all you can manage is a long and strangled moan
>the exhaustion must have hit you harder than you can feel through all this cold
>the man looks around and spots you
>instead of offering a helping hand, he screams in horror and starts to run away
>desperate for help, you quickly hobble after him
>you need his help
>he has to help you
>he has what you need
>you want him
>wait, what was that last thing?
>its the cold, it's doing things to your head
>due to your training and out of sheer desperation you keep after him, not even running out of breath
>you really are going to feel this in the morning
>You try and call out to him and clear up the misunderstanding, but again all you can muster is a gurgling noise
>the young man on the other hand is panting and gasping. He'll slow down soon and that's when you can grab him and -
>what, what were you going to do again?
>the poor thing looks back with terror in his eyes
>you don't blame him, you must look terrible and having a mysterious woman stumble out of thick woodlands making unintelligable noises would normally mean immenant rape in these remote areas
>not looking where he is going, the man trips over and begins to scramble to his feet
>but he's exhausted and not going anywhere
>you catch up and grab his arm to stop any further escape attempts
>W-WARM!

>SO WARM!
>you forget everything. The need for a healer, your confusion surrounding your location, the Duke, everything
>all that matters is this wonderful warmth and the frightened man who can share it with you
>you frantically paw at his face, pressing your freezing hands against his cheeks
>he's sobbing and begging for you to let him go, but how could you?
>It's everything you've ever wanted right now, nothing else matters.
>you can feel his breath up against your lips
>you want it
>you want ALL of it. All the warmth and comfort this man's body offers you
>out of a mad starvation for heat, you force your lips against his and hungrily slip your tongue into his mouth
>you tug at your tattered armour and rip off the breastplate with an ease that would have alarmed you if not for how much pleasure you were feeling right now
>you press your chest into his as tightly as possible, your rock hard nipples digging into him, your hips bucking-
>of course!
>having his cock warm you from within, what a magnificent sensation that would be!
>not stopping your frenzied lapping at his mouth, you rip at his pants and wrap a hand around his rigid cock
>You moan out happily at the heat you feel in your hand, and mindlessly force it deep inside you
>You could not be prepared for just how amazing this would feel

>He's stopped wimpering and is now grunting with every thrust.
>you hold his dick as tightly as possible, savoring the heat and the intense pleasure flooding your broken body
>your movements get faster and faster, as do his. You don't even care if this is doing further damage, it feels so good.
>the rising heat and pleasure come to a climax, and he cries out. You feel him twitching inside you, shooting you full of his hot cum
>an unsurpassed feeling of happiness fills your entire body as all your muscles relax
>he notices this and tries to slip away
>oh no.
>no you don't.
>You grab harder onto him. You aren't going to let him go, not like that
>he's yours
>he belongs to you
>nothing else matters anymore
>all that matters is that he stays with you
>and gives you his warmth
>the most wonderful, important thing in the world -
>your precious husband.