Mistakes into Miracles

Qrow was never big on wine; that was always his sister's forte. Still, he had thought he’d be more aware of its potency, and yet the Ice Queen currently beneath him, naked and screaming for him to never stop, stood as a testament otherwise. It started innocently enough, Winter had invited him over to her lodge in the Mantlellian Ridge for a nice chat and a glass of wine, presumably in an attempt to finally bury the hatchet between the two of them. The first glass led to two, then three, possibly the entire bottle, and then perhaps two more bottles. Each. Being the chivalrous and noble being he was, Qrow had attempted to lead Snow Queen to her bed, but the dumb broad pulled him on to the mattress too. As the they drunkenly stumbled on top of each other attempting balance themselves, the duo had found their arms unintentionally (at least for Qrow) wrapped around eachother, their bodies creating a curious friction neither had felt in along time. For them, the job was the only thing they were ever gonna be married to, but that didn't mean they didn't crave the touch of a lover. “Fuck it, It’s not like I’ll ever be sober enough to regret it.” mused Qrow as he undid his belt; lowering his pants and letting his dick flop out unceremoniously. By this point, the drunkard was kneeling upright ontop of the silky sheets while Winter crawled up to him on all fours, her face level with his cock. In her drunken state, she stared at it, murmuring to self. For a moment, Qrow begin to wonder if she was too drunk to know what was going on. All his doubts vanished when she looked up at him with those fierce gray eyes and with a voice befitting a war goddess, said;

“You are going to fuck me like a damn whore. If you fail to satisfy me, so help me Dust I will tie you to this FUCKING BED AND MY BEOWOLF WILL FUCK YOU TO DEA-”

Qrow obliged, and then proceeded to ram his dick down Winter's throat.

Winter's mouth was unique from anything he felt. Unlike most dime a dozen barmaids, her mouth wasn't warm. Certainly not cold like a corpse, but a nice refreshing cool temperature the felt utterly fantastic. As he gazed down, the girl below him was a far cry from the one a few seconds ago. She seemed so docile, content to just bob up and down his shaft,moaning and whimpering to herself. Gasping for air, she whispered, “Delicious….” in between her ministrations. Feeling himself coming closer to release, Qrow stopped Winter with a grab of her hair. Winter sensed what he wanted and was more then happy to give him it. Faster then Qrow thought humanly possible, The Snow Queen’s glyphs had caused her remaining clothes to fly all over the room, leaving her beautiful curved body exposed. She bent over again, this time with her nice ass towards him. The bird wasted no time mounting her doggy style. Qrow could help but gasp when he entered her. Like her mouth, her insides and skin were cool to the touch. It felt so unbelievably soothing, all his aches and pains just leaving his body seconds upon contact.  He began thrusting, and with every thrust, Winter begin to breath more heavily, before eventually erupting into slow sensual breathless moans, each one being the audio equivalent of slowly sliding the smoothest, softest, satin along your body.

Qrow didn't know how long had passed since he had started pounding Winter, but for every second it was a wet and refreshing heaven that both to his delight and dismay, was coming close to ending. He could feel his climax approaching and at that moment he knew he had almost fucked up. With lighting fast reflexes, he pulled out, or rather he would have if not for a pair of long pale sexy legs wrapping around his. Winter looked up at him, a smug grin her face. “Oh no” she remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “I guess someone doesn't get to cum unless he wants to owe his eternal rival child support.” Winter's sexy moans quickly turned to maniacal laughter. “The best part is that I wouldn't even need spend a dime of it on the little brat, infact, I’ll spend it all booze, and pour each bottle on the pavement right infront of your stupid drunken face !” “You…..Monster..!” Qrow exclaimed in true horror. He had faced hundreds of grimm, but nothing came close to the pure evil this woman extruded. The Drunken Huntsman knew what he must do. There was always a chance of a day when the strength of men failed, and it certainly was today, but he would never give that fridged bitch the satisfaction.

Qrow leaned in and thrusted as deep as he could go.
Winter turned to face him as best as she could, partly impressed that he had the literal balls and partly terrified of what might happen next.
The Old Bird unloaded every single drop into the Snow Queen's womb and gently whispered, “Woops, it got frozen stuck.”