His wife's sharp rebuke made Dick jerk his hand away. "You just lie still," he told Karina. "You'll be all right." Then he climbed up the slope to where Tracy was standing, where the girl could not hear if they spoke softly.
"You want to fuck her too," Tracy hissed. Her voice was low, but full of rage. "Look at your damn cock, it's about to rip out the front of your pants again!"
"It doesn't really matter," he said quietly. "None of us could be fucked worse then we already have."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean the storm is closing in. It's already starting to snow. Karina can't ski. Hell, she can't even stand up. And now the damn wolves are coming after us."
"What?" Tracy felt the hair on the back of her neck almost prick through the collar of her ski jacket.
"Look over there." Dick tightened his grip on the pole he'd made into a spear and used it to point. Through the haze of falling snowflakes, Tracy saw a dark shape moving toward them.
It was blue-grey and covered with long, shaggy hair. It had to be a wolf.
CHAPTER FOUR
"You folks got trouble?" A deep male voice roared aver the howling wind.
"We sure do!" Dick called back.
Tracy heaved a great sigh, almost a sob of relief. "Oh, thank God! It's a man!"
Jo came gliding to a stop beside them and gaped at the towering stranger plodding along on snowshoes. "Not just a man," she exclaimed. "He's a fucking giant!"
The man was tall, about six-four Dick guessed, and he was clad in a knee-length parka made of wolf skins. He carried a long black rifle in the crook of his arm. Against his huge frame, the gun looked more like a child's toy.
He looked at Dick, who was still clutching the ski pole like a spear. "Sorry if I gave you a start," the man said. "I wear this old parka so them mangy critters all remember what happened to the ones who tried fucking with me."
Jo gulped and thought, I'd fuck with you any time! He was in his mid-to-late twenties, she guessed, blue-eyed and blond. A ruff of snow-glazed golden hair poked out from under the top of his shaggy parka hood. And strong? He was built like a man born to push mountains aside.
Dick jammed his pole-spear into the snow and extended his hand in greeting. "I'm sure glad you came along when you did. My daughter is hurt, and I thought the wolves might attack."
"Might have," the rugged young man replied. "Wolves like a victim that can't run or put up much of a fight. But don't worry, they won't come near while I'm around." He made his way down to Karina then. "What happened to this pretty little thing?"
She beamed up a warm smile. "I-I got my leg caught in a trap."
"Oooh, let's have a look." He bent down beside her and Karina's eyes fluttered to sweep away tears. They also blazed with a look that Tracy had never seen before. In a way she felt relieved. At least it wasn't Dick the girl was looking at now.
Jo grumbled softly, "I'd break my damn leg to get some attention from that handsome sonuvabitch!"
Tracy heard her and grinned. "Yes, he is quite a hunk!"
Dick suddenly felt cold and alone. This was an aspect of sexual freedom he'd never considered. All three of the women now had their eyes fixed on the tall, powerfully built young stranger. Even his wife – she was practically drooling, wetting her lips with anxious sweeps of her tongue.
The young man completed his examination of Karina's injured leg, a slow and sensuous fingering that left the girl's eyes glazed. "Nothing broken, but it'll be at least a week before she can ski," he said.
That confirmed Dick's diagnosis. "And maybe longer if we get heavy snow," he said. The flakes were already the size of quarters, falling so thick that it looked like a white curtain had dropped over the woods.
"It'll be heavy, you can count on that. Radio says it'll be a full-blown northern blizzard. Maybe six feet of new snow before it's through."
"Shit, that's all we need. We've got a three day supply of food and nowhere near enough equipment to last through a storm like that." Dick felt like the whole damn world was coming to an end.
The young mountain man grinned. "Lucky for you my pa and me got a well-stocked cabin just yonder through the trees. You can all bunk with us until the storm blows over. By then, this pretty red haired doll should be able to ski just fine." The look in his pewter eyes made it plain who he planned to bunk with.
"But-but I can't even stand up." Karina half sobbed the words to play on his sympathy. "I won't be able to walk to the cabin."
"Not to worry. I'll carry you."
The young man in wolf skin reached out a long arm to hand Dick his rifle. He lifted Karina as though she weighed nothing at all, held her cradled in one arm and used his free hand to brush crusted snow off the front of her fur parka. In doing so, he also stroked across her tits and that made her wiggle and squirm and giggle soft cries of delight.
"Ooooo," Jo gasped. "Some people have all the luck!"
"I wouldn't be giggling. I'd be down on my knees sucking his cock in gratitude," Tracy whispered to her niece. "Damn, do you suppose his prick's as big as the rest of him?"
"The cabin's this way," the young blond giant said with a wave of his gloved hand. "You all stay close so you don't get lost in this storm."
He took off through the woods on his snowshoes with Karina nested in his strong arms. Jo pushed off to follow, his tracks, and Tracy came right behind her.
Dick heard his wife's anxious grunt as she launched herself forward with a thrust of her poles. "Fickle damn bitches!" he snarled. "They're all chasing his cock like their cunts were on fire!"
He could hear Karina's excited girlish laughter and watched her nestle into the stranger's arms as they topped a low rise and shrank from sight going down the other side. Tracy and Jo were abreast, both striding hard to keep up.
It took Dick longer to get organized. He had the broken pole to deal with and the bulky rifle to carry. He picked his way back down the slope to the base of the tree where Karina had stumbled into the trap. There he saw something then that made his blood run cold.
The trap had been reset! Sometime while he was bending down beside her, the helpful stranger had opened the steel jaws wide and brushed them over with a light film of snow. It gave Dick the uneasy feeling that his daughter had been lifted out of one trap only to be carried into another that might be even worse.
"Hey, wait for me!" he shouted, but by then all the others were long out of sight – headed toward what, he didn't even want to think.
"My name's Eric. What's yours?"
"Karina," she purred. He'd pulled off one furry glove to finger the gossamer strands of her red-golden hair. His tender stroking made her scalp tingle, but that was nothing compared to the shock waves the rest of her young body felt being held so close to his.
"Pretty name," he said. The deep, rich tone of his voice made her feel like warm blood was seeping through her pores. The feelings her father had awakened, this man turned to fire! "A pretty name for a pretty girl."
"D-do you really think I'm pretty?"
"No, not really…" He paused to watch her wide blue eyes darken with sadness. "I think you're beautiful!" He stroked her shimmering red-golden hair again. "I like girls with long hair!"
He dragged his free hand down through the fiery strands, then he capped it on Karina's tit to feel the cone through a soft mantle of white fur. "I especially like girls with long hair who wear silky furs," he said.
"Oh? Why is that?" Karina's heart was beating so fast that she could hardly speak. The nipple beneath his swirling fingers felt like it might explode.
"Because I'm a trapper," he said. "All the furry little things I catch in the woods belong to me." His strong arms curled possessively and his free hand slid down to her crotch. Even through thick white fur, he could feel the taut rise of her pussy dome.