Winter snow blanketed the sleepy little town just south of the French-Swiss border. The wood houses skirted a small, iced over pond where the locals and tourists alike gathered to skate. A short way up the slopes, skiing and snowboarding awaited them, but Emily wasn’t really that interested in that.

It was a vacation, she just wanted to sit in her room, drink some wine and enjoy her girlfriend’s company. Lena though, was always on the go, and that meant from dawn ’til dusk Emily had to entertain herself.

It didn’t even really bother her, it was only the second day of their trip. So, she found herself in the resort’s bar. A soft warmth from a roaring fire, a glass of fine brandy and some delicate cheeses, were more than enough to distract her from the other couples in the lodge in each other’s arms.

“Don’t tell me, even you are alone, cherie?”

Emily glanced up from her glass to the woman beside her at the bar-counter. Soft, blue skin glowing in the firelight, a confidence in the way they stood. Their accent melted.

“I refuse to believe such a pretty woman could be unattached.”

“Oh,” Emily shook away the fact that this woman was blue, stranger things had happened to her daily since meeting Lena, “N-no, my girlfriend is out snowboarding.”

“C’est pas vrai, you ‘ave a girlfriend?”

“Oh, um, yeah.”

The woman lifted a glass of wine half-way to their lips, “I knew you must be taken, I ‘ave no luck.”

Emily blushed deeply, “I uh, um.”

“Oh, and the way you are flustered, look at this,” the woman smiled warmly, “To be your girlfriend must be so wonderful.”

“T-than…” she cleared her throat, “Thank you, I uh.”

“Do not even say it,” the woman insisted, “spare yourself, I do not need condolences.”

Emily wasn’t sure what to do, the last woman that hit on her was… well, her girlfriend.

“I… no, if I wasn’t, maybe but I am so, uh…”

The woman smiled, “This ‘as become awkward, let me buy you a fresh drink and perhaps we can talk about something else.”

Emily swallowed, nodded and accepted the offer for what it was worth. She could use a drink and the woman didn’t even baulk at the fact she was drinking expensive brandy.

Emily nearly skulled it, it burned but she needed it. Before she could think of a way to wriggle out of this conversation, another drink and another topic.

“Do you like architecture?”

Emily suddenly felt a little, less on edge, “I am an architect.”

“Oh, destin.”

The woman told her of the local temple made by Omnic refugees that was made entirely of glass, and the gallery in a nearby town designed by a Pope from long ago. Emily didn’t even notice the day passing by as the two talked about architecture, art, poetry and very suddenly about Lena. She was five brandy glasses deep by the time the woman excused herself and she could take a deep breath.

Unfortunately, five glasses of brandy was about enough to leave her unsteady on her feet and a little light headed. When they came back, she planned on saying goodbye and leaving but they insisted on helping her to her lodge. It was after all their fault she had drunk so much, and the ground was slippery outside.

The Swiss alps were lovely to see powdered white, the gentle clouds parting to halo the mountains as she walked along the frozen path. She wasn’t sure if it was the heat of the soft body pressed against her own, holding her up, or her intense blush, but she had the real desire to strip off her scarf and maybe even unzip her jacket.

Emily and Lena’s lodge was a fair way up the path from the middle of the resort. Secluded, away from the prying eyes of the skaters on the lake and the skiers on the mountain.

Emily ended up stumbling in through the front door, into the warmth of a roaring fire-heated cabin. Her companion caught her, and helped her towards the bedroom.

“You just need to lie down cherie.”

Oh how that accent honeyed her, it was almost a shame she was taken - Emily remembered her wild past and the fun she had. In the bedroom, she threw herself down on the bed, Lena’s dirty clothes still there now rubbing up against her face. She wasn’t sure she cared, everything conspired to make her uncontrollably horny. Maybe it was the fire, or the brandy, or the soft blue skin of her new company, but she had never had such an urgent need.

The bed was soft beneath her at least, the fire-place in the main room warmed the entire wooden cabin and light trickled in through heavily frosted windows. The woman stood watching her, unsure of what to do with herself.

“I shall leave you, mon ami.”

Emily found herself jerking upright, “No! I uh…”

They smirked wildly as Emily tried to correct herself.

“Y-you don’t need to leave.”

“Non, cherie, I should go.”

Emily didn’t want them to leave, if only because she had enjoyed their conversations and could use a distraction until Lena eventually came back.

“Please, stay. Just let me get up and we can talk some more.”

“Oh Emily,” they sighed, “don’t you know what you do to me? Do you really just wish to talk?”

Emily nodded, but swallowed deep, restraining herself. Did she tell them her name?

“Then tell me clearly, say to my face you have no other intentions.”

“I-“

They leaned in and kissed her. To both of their surprises, Emily grabbed them by the collar and pulled them down on top. The woman’s firm lips already moving down against her neck.

“I, I-, ahh, ahhh, fuck!”

The woman’s hands ran down between her legs, teasing her through her trousers. Enough to make it hard to think, impossible to shove them off now that they straddled her. Clothes came off in a haze of alcohol and lust, before she could protest to herself her chest was bare save for her scarf. A warm, fragrant reminder of her loving girlfriend somewhere out in the snow.

Woollen sweaters fell to the bedroom floor, followed by her bra. Her chest bare, her lover fell back against her, enjoying their conquest. Their lips ringed her nipples, tongue tickling against them until she was stiff. Their tongue as sweet against her skin was it was in her ears, circling her gently before sucking hard.

Emily wondered for a brief moment if she could be milked, because she’d liked to be. But then the tender ache between her legs stirred and she was reminded of the blue skinned beauty rising up. Raven haired, cold skinned, a wicked smile on their lips.

“I am glad you decided to play, now the spider has more than just the fly to snare in her web.”

Emily’s head buzzed, whatever they meant faded right past her as they eased down her pants. Yes, she convinced herself she wanted this. She was so wet, so tender, it was an insatiable thirst driving her wild. To feel their tongue, or their fingers… did she dare bring out her and Lena’s toys?

It didn’t matter, the woman dragged her up, flipping her over with no trouble at all before tearing off the rest of her clothes. She was buried face first into the sheets… no, into Lena’s sweaty boy-shorts that sat amongst a pile on the bed. Oh god it smelled of her, of Lena’s intoxicating musk. It only made her throb, eager for whatever this stranger could do to her.

“You are such a little slut, look at how wet you are.”

Oh, please more… she was a slut, a dirty fucking cheating slut and she wanted to be told about it.

“Make me a slut! Fuck me, you French harlot!”

“With pleasure,” the rest of the woman’s clothes fell to the bedroom floor, then something strange happened.

Emily wiggled her hips, trying to ease away some of the lust clouding her. Something rubbed against her, it was cold and soft, but dry. It lifted between her legs, thick and long. This woman must have been carrying their own toys but, both hands were on her hips bringing her into position.

“Y-you, have a strap-on?”

“Non,” the woman purred, a stiffening member teasing against her minge.

“W-wait, what?”

The French woman smirked, then thrust inside her.

“Ahhh!”

They spread her, stretched her until she fit around them. Squeezing, tight around their shaft as they shoved deeper. The cold length so suddenly drove deep inside her, all she could think of was the rush as they filled her. Constricting tighter, it was hard to resist…

“Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Their hips pressed against her ass, hands grabbing hold of her hips. She didn’t even know their name, but they were balls deep inside her. She assumed it was their balls slapping against her, brushing roughly against her clit as they pounded her wildly from behind.

“Ah, ah, ah…” she squeaked, her whole body rocking, face buried in her girlfriend’s underwear.

Shame washed over her, static against the lust and pleasure swelling inside. Lena’s scent left her heady, panting in short breaths as her French lover pounded it out of her, everything was a hot, bothered mix muddying her mind.

It wasn’t her girlfriend, she didn’t want it to be her girlfriend. It was… so hot, it left her breathless.

“You like that?”

“Ahh!”

They grabbed her hair, yanking her head up. She cried out, and they thrust harder.

“You little slut. Lena must be so proud.”

Oh, gods, Lena… but Emily couldn’t… “Shut up and fuck me harder!”

They laughed, then pushed down against her with their entire body. She could feel them again through the hot shivers and the static of guilt and lust numbing her mind. Their breasts against her back, lips against her collar, they whispered something in French before wrapping an arm around her throat and dragging her up.

She was free of Lena’s clothes, her lover’s fingers forced inside her mouth to silence her. There was a sweetness to their skin, it lingered on her tongue well after they let her go and rose up against her body. Hands squeezing her ass, screaming out in French. Emily lost it, the feel of their thick cock pulsing as they drove it balls deep, flooding her with sticky warmth.

“Oh, gods,” the guilt, the shame, the excitement, her body trembling.

It was, an amazing feeling to be full even after her lover’s cock slipped from inside her. But, that raised a sudden fear… she wasn’t on birth control.

“Oh, shit.”

She tried to move, but they pinned her down again.

“Hey-“

“Stop fighting, amor.”

They held her down, hands firmly on her back.

“I have only just started.”

Her buzz was starting to wear off, the brandy no longer blunting the edge of her panic and guilt. They flipped her onto her back and roughly spread her legs.

“My name is Amelie,” the stranger smirked.

The look of realisation on her face must have given everything away. Emily knew this woman seemed familiar, Lena had warned her of a blue-skinned woman, of a French blue skinned woman, of a woman named Amelie… God she had been so stupid.

Then they drove themselves inside her again, her messy, sticky hole squeezed around their thick cock and her mind turned numb.

“She will learn not to cross me, once you have become my pet.”

Panic outstripped her shame, she had walked into a trap but the moment that big blue dick plowed into her, she forgot it all. Amelie kneaded her tits as they fucked her raw, slamming her with loud wet slaps drowning her soft panting. Then as they drew closer, they slowed but drove deeper, one hand around her throat while the other pushed against her heart as if to feel it beating. It was racing, pounding out of her chest at the thrill of the moment.

She had forgotten everything entirely by the time they shot their second load deep inside her. Their entire body trembling as they came.

“Emily?”

Her blood ran cold as she came to her senses, her French lover still straddling her. Amelie’s cock slid free and slapped down on her stomach. A trail of seed spurted over her belly, her snatch was sticky and gaping. Her entire body sheened with sweat as Lena stood staring at her mouth agape in the doorway.

“You’re-“

Amelie laughed, one hand around their cock, massaging out the last of their potent seed. Emily went deep red, she had been caught and she deserved it. She had betrayed the woman she loved, who had loved her.

“Oh fuck sake, Em’. I thought you said I could watch this time.”

“I-I’m sorry!”

Lena sighed, “Amelie… I told you to wait.”

Amelie shrugged, still stroking herself. Beads of cum still oozing out over Emily’s glazed stomach.

“I hope you got a third round in ya, then.”

Amelie clucked their tongue, “Oui.”

Then proceeded right back inside her cunt. Stretched, worn, covered in spunk, Emily could only smile as Lena sat down on the bed beside her to watch the show as her French lover rode her into the bedsheets. Again, and again, and again.

If this was Lena’s way of getting those kids they had wanted, it worked. Perfectly.