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Sierra Nevada Mountains, Kingdom of Granada, 1507
The wind howled through the jagged peaks of the Sierra Nevada as snow fell heavily around the imposing Castillo de La Calahorra. The stone fortress stood like a lonely sentinel, its torchlit halls offering the only warmth for miles.
Doña Isabella de Córdoba, the beautiful 29-year-old wife of Minister Rodrigo de Córdoba, stood wrapped in a thick wool cloak by the narrow window of the east tower. Her husband had been away for weeks negotiating with the Crown in Seville, leaving her alone in this remote mountain castle with only a handful of servants and one young guard.
That guard was Captain Diego Morales — tall, rugged, and dangerously handsome.
Isabella’s breath fogged the glass as she watched Diego return from patrol, his boots crunching through fresh snow. She had fought her desires for months. A minister’s wife was expected to be pious and pure. Yet tonight, the ache between her thighs had become unbearable.
She sent for him.
When Diego entered her private chamber, Isabella dismissed her maid and locked the heavy oak door.
“You called for me, my lady?” he asked, voice low.
Isabella let her cloak fall. Beneath it she wore only a thin white linen shift that clung to her full breasts and wide hips. “I need you to do something for me, Captain… something no one can ever know.”
She stepped closer, her dark eyes burning with lust and shame.
“I want to piss on you,” she whispered. “I want to make yellow snow with you tonight.”
Diego’s eyes widened, but his cock stirred instantly at the forbidden request.
Isabella led him out onto the private battlement terrace, where snow lay thick and untouched. The freezing mountain air bit at their skin. She hiked up her shift, revealing her smooth thighs and neatly trimmed dark bush.
“On your knees,” she commanded softly.
Diego knelt in the snow. Isabella stood over him, legs spread. She let out a soft moan of relief as a powerful golden stream erupted from her pussy. The hot yellow piss splashed across Diego’s chest, melting the snow beneath him and creating bright yellow patches.
“Drink some,” she ordered, voice trembling with excitement.
Diego leaned forward and caught her warm piss directly in his mouth. Isabella shivered with pleasure, watching her minister husband’s pious wife piss on another man.
She moved closer, aiming her stream onto his face and into his open mouth. “Swallow it… swallow the minister’s wife’s piss.”
When her bladder was empty, Isabella pushed Diego onto his back in the snow and straddled his face.
“Lick me clean.”
Diego’s tongue eagerly cleaned her wet pussy, tasting the last salty drops of her golden nectar. Isabella moaned loudly, grinding against his face while the cold wind whipped around them.
But she wasn’t finished.
She stood up and made him lie completely flat. Then, with a wicked smile, she squatted over his cock and released another long, hissing stream of hot piss directly onto his hard shaft, melting the snow around them into bright yellow snow.
The sight of the elegant minister’s wife pissing on his cock drove Diego wild. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down, impaling her on his thick cock in one thrust.
Isabella cried out as he filled her. She rode him hard on the freezing terrace, her full breasts bouncing under the thin shift as fresh snow continued to fall around them.
“Piss inside me,” she suddenly begged.
Diego groaned and let go, flooding her pussy with his own hot piss while buried deep inside her. The sensation made Isabella cum violently, her body shaking as she squirted around his pissing cock.
They continued their filthy secret for hours. Isabella made him fuck her in the snow while she pissed again and again, creating more patches of yellow snow around the castle walls.
Later, as they lay exhausted under furs in her chamber, Isabella traced a finger across Diego’s chest.
“Every night my husband is away,” she whispered, “you will come to me. And I will give you more of my golden gifts.”
Diego kissed her deeply. “As you command, my lady.”
Outside, the mountain wind slowly covered their sinful yellow snow with fresh white powder, hiding their depravity until the next time the minister’s wife needed to relieve herself.
Three nights later, the snow fell even heavier around the ancient walls of Castillo de La Calahorra. Minister Rodrigo was still delayed in Seville, and Doña Isabella’s hunger had only grown stronger.
She sent for Captain Diego again.
This time, Isabella was bolder. She wore only a heavy fur cloak over her naked body. When Diego entered her chamber, she immediately dropped the cloak, revealing her full, pale breasts and curvaceous hips.
“Tonight I need more,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. “I want to make even more yellow snow with you.”
Diego’s cock hardened instantly. Isabella took his hand and led him back out onto the same private battlement terrace. The freezing wind whipped around them, but the heat between her thighs made her immune to the cold.
She pushed Diego down onto his knees in the fresh snow.
“Open your mouth, Captain. Your minister’s wife has a full bladder for you.”
Isabella stood over him, legs spread wide. A powerful, hissing golden stream shot from her pussy, splashing hot against Diego’s chest and face. The contrast of her hot piss melting the white snow created bright yellow patches around them.
“Drink it,” she commanded, aiming the stream directly into his open mouth. Diego swallowed greedily, gulping down the warm, salty piss of the minister’s wife while more yellow snow formed beneath him.
Isabella moaned with pleasure, watching the yellow liquid flow from her body. When her first stream ended, she turned around, bent slightly, and released another long piss across his shoulders and back, marking him completely.
“Now lie down,” she ordered.
Diego lay flat on his back in the snow. Isabella squatted over his hard cock and let go again. A thick, steaming stream of piss rained down directly onto his shaft and balls, melting the snow around his groin into a bright yellow puddle.
The sight drove Diego wild. He grabbed Isabella’s hips and pulled her down, thrusting his piss-soaked cock deep into her cunt in one motion.
“Ahh! Yes!” Isabella cried out into the snowy night.
She rode him hard on the freezing terrace, her heavy breasts bouncing as she fucked him. Fresh snow continued to fall on their bodies while she used him.
Halfway through, Isabella suddenly stopped moving.
“Stay inside me,” she breathed.
Diego held still as Isabella relaxed her bladder. A hot rush of piss flooded around his cock, still buried deep inside her. The warm liquid squirted out around his shaft, creating more yellow snow on the ground beneath them.
The filthy sensation made both of them moan loudly. Isabella began riding him again, faster and harder, her piss still leaking around his cock with every thrust.
“Fill me with your own piss,” she begged.
Diego concentrated and released inside her. His hot stream mixed with hers, overflowing from her stretched pussy and running down his balls, turning the snow beneath them into a larger yellow mess.
Isabella came violently, her body shaking as she squirted around his pissing cock. Her cries echoed off the castle walls.
But she still wasn’t satisfied.
She climbed off him, knelt in the snow, and took his piss-and-cum covered cock into her mouth, sucking hungrily. Then she pushed him onto all fours and stood over him again.
This time she pissed directly onto his asshole while stroking his cock from behind.
“You belong to the minister’s wife now,” she whispered, aiming her golden stream perfectly. “Every night my husband is away, I will cover you in my piss and make more yellow snow at this castle.”
Diego groaned and exploded, shooting thick ropes of cum into the yellow snow as Isabella continued pissing on him.
Later, back in her warm chamber, Isabella lay naked beside him under thick furs, gently stroking his chest.
“Tomorrow night will be even filthier,” she promised. “I want you to piss in my mouth while I kneel in the snow like a common whore.”
Diego kissed her deeply, already excited for the next forbidden meeting.
Outside, the heavy snow slowly began covering their sinful yellow patches once again, hiding the minister’s wife’s depravity until the next storm of lust.
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