The Snow Queen Gets Lonely - Sex Stories

The Snow Queen Gets Lonely

... She reached out to trace a finger down his frozen cheek, the icy surface smooth under her touch.

Then, standing on her tip-toes, she leaned up, pressing her lips to his cheek in a tender kiss.

The act was more than a simple show of affection. It was a silent thank you, an acknowledgement of the pleasure he had provided her. Freya pulled back, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked at him. Despite being made of lifeless ice, he had provided her the warmth of pleasure, the companionship she had craved for so long. He had selflessly given her new life when she had been unable to do the same for him, and in a strange way, she loved him for that.

Freya stepped back, her dress rustling around her feet as she gazed upon him one last time. An involuntary sigh of deep exhaustion escaped her, and she realized she would need to get some proper rest before she could fix the damage to her castle. But as she was about to turn around, something caught her eye. At first, it was just a tiny bead of water running down the sculpture’s temple, as if the ice man were perspiring. She watched curiously as the bead slowly made its way down his icy cheek and over the edge of his square jaw, before falling to the floor with a soft drip.

More beads began to form along his hairline, his shoulders, his muscular chest. They trailed along the curves and ridges of his icy form, leaving glistening trails in their wake. Drip, drip, drip they fell, a soft chorus breaking the ...

... silence.

Freya's brow furrowed in confusion and alarm. What was happening? She circled her creation slowly, watching as the streams grew more numerous. The icy muscles of his arms glistened with moisture, the sharp lines of his abdomen growing glossy and damp. Rivulets ran down the thick column of his manhood, still erect and proud amidst the growing puddle at his feet.

Freya's alarm grew as the dripping quickened in tempo. His once pristine icy form was becoming riddled with cracks and pockmarks as the persistent moisture dissolved his frozen body. Entire chunks were beginning to break off, falling to the floor with heavy thuds, bursting into smaller frozen shards on impact.

Despite the frigid temperature of her castle, her icy creation was starting to melt.

"No, no, no," Freya murmured in dismay. She reached out, trying in vain to freeze the moisture, to stem the steady disintegration. But it was no use—her magical energy was so depleted that she could only watch helplessly as her beautiful ice man began to deteriorate before her eyes.

Freya circled the melting sculpture, wringing her hands in distress as icy shards continued to fall away. Then, through the growing cracks and pockmarks, something unusual caught her eye. Beneath one of the large fissures, something...smooth was peaking out beneath the ice. Freya peered closer, squinting through the widening crevice. She carefully extended an inquisitive finger before sucking in a gasp of air and pulling her hand away as if ...