She lie down to resume sleeping for the remaining five hours. The sky began to grow brighter as the moon descends over distant mountains, casting a few last ominous shadows before they burn away in the light. The forest started to look scarier now. Once she recovered from her brutal fucking, she shamefully gather and re-dress in her garments and head back to camp, cum still dribbling from her as she walks away. Ema would walk really slowly as the wildness of the sex made her still arch. She finally made it 'home' and walked inside closing the door and locking it. "How could that old man do that to me. Is everything in these place wicked" she thought as she undressed and took a shower. Then she washed her dress and let it dry and went to bed and slept.
A chill pervades the air as she awaken, making her shiver. She opened her eyes blearily, looking around , until her gaze felt onto a solid white patch of earth. Its bright, glittering white actually hurts her eyes for a second, as she was so used to the dark, hellish red that surrounded her. Ema stood up from her bed, got dressed and walk outside after open the locked door, towards the shimmering patch of white. As she approach she realized the white is not only on the ground, but it’s falling from the sky. "Snow!" Ema yelled, still a bit tried from yesterdays encounter. She dash into the frosty area, delighting in the familiar crunch of snow underfoot. More snowflakes float down, landing on her light skin and melting immediately. For just a moment, she feel like a kid again, twirling and spinning in the flurry, sticking her tongue out and tasting the flakes. As the nostalgic feeling fades, she hear a slight jingling in the air, far off in the distance, followed by a hearty, jolly laugh. She lay down in the snow, waving her arms and legs to make a quick snow angel as she thought about all the things she could do with this holiday gift.
Sitting up in the glittering field of white, she figured she got enough here to make a decently sized snowman. For materials... sticks for the arms, of course, are freely available around her, and she was certain she got a few old rags around for a scarf. Only a carrot seemed to be missing.