The Snow Queen Gets Lonely - Sex Stories

The Snow Queen Gets Lonely

... Back and forth she worked her hips, coating his length in her arousal, the cold mixing intoxicatingly with her heat.

Gradually she built up her pace, undulating her hips to take more and more of him with each stroke. Soft pants and gasps fell from her lips as liquid fire pooled in her core, his frozen steel fueling the flames. She angled her hips to maximize the sweet friction against her throbbing bundle of nerves, the contrast of hot and cold, soft and hard driving her wild.

She reached back, her hands grasping his icy hips for leverage as she increased her rhythm. Her pale cheeks reddened with exertion, becoming flushed for the first time in months. Her breath came in pants now, crystallizing in the frigid air as pleasure mounted within her. With each backward thrust, she impaled herself on his frozen phallus, the icy hardness burrowing deeper into her drenched folds. The cold, hard girth of him filled her completely, stretching her in a way she had never experienced.

As the pleasure built, Freya’s focus wavered, her grasp on her powers loosening. Above her, a cloud began to form near the ceiling of the grand hall. It swirled and gathered, thickening until flurries of snow started drifting down. Soft white flakes kissed her bare skin, melting instantly from the heat radiating from her writhing body.

She envisioned his hands on her, his icy fingers kneading her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks as she rode him. The imagined sensation of his ...

... cold touch on her heated flesh sent another wave of pleasure crashing through her, intensifying the already overwhelming sensations.

"Harder," she found herself pleading to him, the word resonating in the silent, icy halls of her castle. She threw her head back, her silver-blonde braid cascading down her bare back as she moved with increased fervor. Her petite breasts bounced with every thrust, her pink nipples tight and aching, and her ample behind, smooth and round, rammed against his hips again and again, the wet slapping noise of their joining echoing loudly off the crystalline walls of her palace of solitude.

In her mind's eye, she envisioned his strong hands gripping her slender hips. She could almost feel his icy fingers digging into her supple flesh as he held her in place, pounding into her with wild abandon. The delicious thought spurred her on, her cries growing louder and more desperate.

“Harder!” she growled through gritted teeth. She was past the point of restraint, her baser instincts taking over. She needed to be thoroughly used, claimed, ravished by the unyielding frozen shaft inside her.

Each brutal thrust knocked the air from her lungs, even as it stoked the fires burning within her core. She was consumed by him, possessed by a primal need to be thoroughly used by the icy phallus embedded deep inside her. Harder and faster, she moved, her body undulating as she rode him relentlessly. The obscene sounds of their coupling rang out like a sinful ...