Icy adventures in forrest walls || Burrcream short fix

Burrcream( burr x icecream)

The nights sky glowed with creamy tiny specks surrounded by a dark pit. It was a dark night, possibly one of the darkest nights of a year. He wouldn't know, especially since his head was elsewhere. He? Aaron Burr. A relatively petite and thin man compared to his companions. The forrest, was where he was. Fleeing? Hiding? Both really. Burr's dark c0coa hair flew free in the icy wind, his hair down. Possibly to appear different, knowing that he's usually seen with his ribbons he usually wore to keep it put. His feet hurried as the extreme claps of thunder shouted across the sky.

Rain poured down as Burr wandered into the depths of the dark path. He hadn't had a clue where he was. His hair was wet, his clothes, his shoes, everything he had taken along with him was. His hope of finding some shelter was cut off once he realized he really doesn't know where he's gone. It could be a whole weeks walk to shelter, since he's been wandering for days now. Living off of any piece of food he could find. Burr sat down on a stone nearly big as him, placing his hands over his face. He was hopeless.

"hello?" a muffled raspy voice called out. This "hello?" Didn't alarm the hopeless man. He didnt even flint, Burr continued to sit on the stone, hopelessly, pitying himself. The voice called out again. This time he did get alarmed. His head lifted up swiftly, scanning his surroundings, though the Forrest walls blocked out majority of the moons light making it hard to even see the brightest thing.
Burr coughed out a, "Ma'am?" Assuming the raspy voice was a woman. Sudden movement was felt as sounds were being near the voice.
"Down" the raspy voice spoke out again, yet closer. Burr's hazel eyes listened to the words of the voice and looked down. His big eyes made contact with a quite small figure. Burr squatted down to try and get a clearer picture of what he had seen. The closer he got, the smell of coffee enhanced. It was in the shape of a fancy widened cup. But he knew it wasn't a cup. His fingers run down to the coffee scented figure. It was cold, colder than the weather that night. The tips of his fingers lingered there as Burr took in the icy feeling.
"Golly!" Shrieked the short man, quickly removing his fingers from the cold figure as he realized the stabbing feeling his fingertips were getting.
"Dont stop now, mister" the figure spoke.
Burr was puzzled. Did that just talk to me? He thought. It most defiantly did.
"A frozen dessert speaking to me?I beg your pardon, I must be ill. "
"No sir,you must not be ill, what is your name?"
Burr hesitantly thought of what response he should say, he had been on the run and this.. ice cream could rat him out.
"I am Aaron Burr, jr?"
"Ah, Mister burr" the frozen figure spoke splashing a bit of cream onto burr. Burr stuck out his long pink-ish white bumpy tongue onto the spot the figure had splashed onto. It tasted like coffee, tasted better than it had smelt and that satisfied him. He hadn't eaten anything better thing in days.
"Eat me..." moaned the icy figure. Those words didnt have to be repeated, Burrs hands were on the frozen treat furiously licking it with his enormous tongue. His bumpy tongue created circles across the surface of the ice. This caused it to quite literally melt due to the extreme heat his mouth held.

Lust filled their faces as his tongue discovered more depths of the creams body. But burr wanted more, he wasnt getting any pleasure from this, though he did love the pleasure he was giving to this cold dish. Burrs hand reached down to his flap and unbuttoned the buttons that held it up. His wiener dog flung out, not much length showing. Probably being at least 4 inches. He placed his wiener dog into the ice cream making him whimper to the ice sensation to his dog. He thursted slowly into the ice, to get used to the cold sensation. As his doggie got used to the temperature he picked up the pace. The two moaned in the reaction to the such sensational pleasure they were experiencing. This scene countined till the cream ice was all just liquid. He began to slurp up the coffee liquid that was somehow still cold.
As his tongue continued to lick the melted liquid on the ground, a sharp flash struck into his head.

A horrid aching pain throughout it. Burr's life flashed before his brown eyes. The pain was intense, he thought he'd die. He shrieked, screamed and cried out with the everlasting pain, for a minute. After the minute of horrible pain, it vanished. He stood up, staring with his round bright eyes at the melted ice cream. The ice cream that has done him so wrong. Nearly killed the poor man. Burr began to furiously stomp on the liquid, mashing it into the ground.