The Snow Queen Gets Lonely - Sex Stories

The Snow Queen Gets Lonely

... like a vice, milking his rigid shaft.

Shockwaves of magical energy erupted out of her shuddering body,, blowing the grand doors of the throne room clear off their hinges. The entire building thunderously shook as every window in the room shattered in a rain of icy shards. The blizzard in the hall reached a frenzied peak, blistering winds creating a blanket of snow obscuring all sight. The force of the winds tore the grand chandelier from its moorings, and it came crashing down into the middle of the throne room, exploding into a million slivers of ice. She was powerless to stop it, consumed by her raging climax.

Shockwaves rippled through her again and again, her vision going white at the edges before blanking out completely. It seemed endless, each pulse prolonging the sweet agony of release. She spent an eternity there in that empty nirvanic space, her mind, her body, completely blown out. Obliterated.

She was vaguely aware in the distant fringes of her consciousness, of her trembling flesh, still throbbing around him, her slick folds pulsating around his frozen girth, her body milking him for all he was worth.

Eventually, finally, at last, she returned to something resembling ordinary consciousness. Reaching back with a trembling hand, she carefully extricated herself from her icy lover, his cock slipping free of her still-pulsing channel with an obscene slick sound. Within the room, the blistering winds died down and the heavy snowfall eased back into ...

... scattered flakes.

Freya grasped the fractured icy pillar for support as she struggled to catch her breath, her bare chest still heaving, aftershocks tingling through her thoroughly ravished body.

Then, utterly and completely spent, she slid down the icy pillar and collapsed bonelessly onto the snow-covered floor. She lay in a sweaty heap, her creamy skin aglow, a thoroughly satisfied smile on her face as she let her eyes fall shut and slipped into a bliss-induced unconsciousness.

**

When Freya awoke, it took her a moment to regain her senses. She slowly pulled herself up into a sitting position, wincing slightly at the soreness between her thighs. Blinking, she surveyed her surroundings.

Her castle was utterly devastated. Jagged shards of ice littered the floor of the throne room, glittering dangerously in the dim light. Entire sections of the crystalline walls had crumbled away, leaving gaping holes looking out over the frozen mountain slopes. Her heavy oak doors lay askew, the hinges mangled and twisted. The entire room was coated in a thin layer of freshly fallen snow. The pristine whiteness blanketed the jagged shards of ice and piles of rubble, smoothing over the devastation beneath a serene layer of powder.

She would have her work cut out for her fixing the damage, yet, at the moment, she felt nothing except perfect contentment. She was thoroughly spent, sore, broken, and yet deeply satisfied in a way she hadn't known was possible.

Gingerly, Freya rose to ...