A forest could seem like an alien world at night. Vizyan couldn't tell if the snow was still falling or if it had just been whipped up by the wind. It howled around him, deafening the courier to his surroundings. The fresh powder stung his exposed skin, like a slap to the face. The lack of light played tricks on his eyes. There always seemed to be something just out sight or at the corners of his vision. Eyes in the darkness watching him progress. Or was that the hypothermia beginning to affect his mind?

He had to keep on going. His mind ordered stubbornly.

It was too important for him, for all of them, that he didn't stop. On through the snow, the flurries of the blizzard sticking to his hair and blotting out the world, he had to place one foot in front of the other. Each step sunk into perfectly-white snow drifts, bringing with them the possibility to stumble and fall. Every breeze was a lance of cold that pierced his thick cloak. He could feel his fingers and his toes, but only in icy, almost-numb pain.

He'd forgotten long ago just how far it was he had yet to travel. His horse, along with most of his supplies, had been lost as soon as this storm had struck, spinning and tearing out of nowhere and turning the entire world white. He only had the letter, sealed with a yellow wax seal, the most important letter he had ever been courier to. It was held between his hands with a death grip.

Although warmly dressed for such journey, no one could be out in this type of weather for long. The chill had already started to sink into his feet and hands. Frostbite and hypothermia would soon follow. The gravity of the situation began to take hold. This was the type of weather people died in, a weather I would die in if-

Once again his mind focused on the letter in his numb fingers, the pain was but a reassurence he still had the strength to go on.

In between moments of fleeting conscious, where he'd try to see where he was, if he was in the Forest of Azrith or still on the chilly lands that somehow separated them from the raging Sapphire Sea, he got the sense of being watched. It was as if something was waiting for him to stumble, waiting for him to crash into the snow and give up. But this letter was too important for that!

He had to keep going!

He had to keep going!

He had to keep going. . .

Vizyan trudged through the knee deep snow. His legs felt like a ton of bricks every time he lifted them. It seemed like every step took more energy than the last as he moved forward. He so very wanted to sit down for a minute and rest. Just a minute before continuing on. A little voice in the back of his mind told him to keep moving. That if he stopped he would never get back up again. Every minute was a struggle to keep moving. This was a game of endurance he knew he would lose.

His duty as a courier clashed with the exhaustion as the cold was slowly finding it's way to break his spirit, after all body was almost gone at this point.

His steps had just begun to waver when he saw it. A figure moving in the dark.

I'm saved, he thought. Not even thinking to assume it was a hallucination.

He tried to make a beeline for that small glimmer of hope. If he could just reach them-

As Vizyan got closer he managed to make out only certain features of the "person" in the distance

A figure, (Human?) unlike anything he has seen. An inhabitant to these lands? Or perhaps another lost traveler? An apex predator? You know well who you are, what you are, he does not as his body finally gives in just few feet away from you.

Thanks for reading.

After going over one of Sapkowski's books there was a small entry about a courier going on through his day, and needless to say I was somewhat inspired to try and take it for a spin by adding a plot where a courier with similar important task is not necessarily eaten or killed by some monster or inhabitant of the distant land but actually saved by them!

Perhaps you're some Ice Elf or Moutain Nomad barbarian/amazon that lives in these lands?

Some yeti-esque mosnter girl that needs a man (or feminine male I'm open to everything!) to warm her cave/lair/home?

The RP can be heavy on world building if we'd like, perhaps the two set out to deliver the letter with her helping him out? Maybe because he was recovering war comes to the realm and now they're trying to stop it? Or we can ignore that part completely and just focus on smut!

Kinks: Amazonian women, either them being dominated or them dominating their partner; breeding; anal, and feet, face sitting, switch relationships, romance, cuddling, playful wrestling, sweat, pubic hair, monstrous characters, musk, giantess, frotting, addictive cum, foreskin play, small dom big sub/big dom small sub, futanari, MILF's, very curvy/well-endowed characters, mommy/big sis personality.

Not really kinks but writing preferences: Third person, multi-paragraph responses from both sides. (4-6 paragraphs minimum or more.), mutual worldbuilding.