“Because if there was a heaven then this is pretty close to what a lot of guys think heaven is." He said.

“Isn't the human idea of heaven a sickeningly warm utopia? My realm is not such a place." It was her turn to appear confused.

“It's more Like a place where you can find peace and happiness." He explained.

“You find peace and happiness here?" Lady Winter briefly courted with the idea that her new companion might have been slightly mad. Her realm was nothing but a cold place for the long forgotten souls of dead sinners.

"You're telling me that you need me to pleasure you, the most incredibly powerful and un-utterably gorgeous creature I've ever seen, again and again in order to save the world as I know it. I'd have settled for harps, clouds, Saint Peter and all that but as far as afterlifes go I think yours wins by a mile." He punctuated his point by lowering his mouth to hers and kissing her lips with a wild and victorious hunger.

The kiss made her tighten her legs about him and lift one of her hands to tenderly caress along his slightly shaggy jaw line. The kiss was brief but powerful and left her eager to continue their dalliance.

“You find peace and happiness in pleasuring me?" She seemed sceptical.

“Well...yes." He grinned, the lines in his face seemed to have been crafted by smiles long since forgotten. The grin faltered after a moment into an expression of slight apprehension. "Is that ok?"

For a moment he'd forgotten who he was talking to. From what he'd seen

Lady Winter wasn't meant to be the embodiment of happiness and joy. She was supposed to be cold and cruel as well as the harbinger of death and destruction.

She then offered him a smile that made his knees weak and lifted her head to kiss his cheek as he had done for her.

"It is satisfactory." She affirmed with perhaps a little too much eagerness and to his enormous relief.

“But I am curious now. Do you not feel as I did? You seem very...tense." She said with a slight grind of her hips that smushed her pussy against the bulge in his jeans.

That was the understatement of all time. Right about then William felt like his cock could have been used to prop up London Bridge.

“I didn't want to get ahead of myself." He confessed.

“I would be a poor host if I were to merely take what could be shared.

You should...indulge yourself." She suggested as her eyes dropped down between them and she loosened her thighs from around his waist to allow him to shed his jeans.

It didn't take a great deal of enticing as William quickly reached down to tug his heavy woollen sweater over his head and cast it away on the frost covered floor. She laid eyes on the impressive musculature of his broad shoulders and thick powerful arms and the slight contrast in his protruding belly. His chest was covered with a light layer of silvery hair that narrowed down to his waist and flared out a little before disappearing beneath the hem of his jeans. Quickly kicking off his boots, he'd forgotten his surroundings in his haste and yet as his bare feet touched the frozen floor he didn't feel the slightest discomfort.

His belt was soon un-buckled and his jeans were firmly tugged down his legs along with his underwear. It was only when he stood upright again did she see the impressively proportioned member stubbornly pointing up at her from between his legs. The very sight of the thing made an excited quiver run through her shapely figure.

Understanding the mechanics of the act, she willingly spread her legs open in a beautiful V shape to display the glistening lower Lips of her horny pussy. William didn't need any more incentive as he stepped up to where she Laid back upon the table, her juicy cunt at exactly the right height for his cock to thrust inside her. It only took a moment to position his pulsing cock against her and slowly push himself into her waiting slippery sheath.