The Ice Queen - Sex Stories

The Ice Queen

How many girls can say they own a palace? Not many, but I bet that turns to none when I ask, how many girls own a palace made completely of ice? For as long as I can remember, I had this cold, dark force inside of me which allowed me to create things that were deemed impossible by many. My parents tried to cope with having a freak for a daughter but after a long struggle, they finally gave in and abandoned me on top of the mountains. People were sure that I would die up there alone but they couldn’t have been more wrong. I quickly went to work with my abilities and created a palace, so magnificent and spectacular that people would talk about me for generations. The spires almost touched the stars and it could be seen from every land in existence. This was eleven years ago and not much has changed other than my title. I was once Hilary, now people called me the Ice Queen. *** “Happy Birthday, your grace.” Jackson said excitedly as my eyes struggled to open. “Huh, what?” I asked dazed as I began to awake from my slumber. “It’s your twenty-fifth birthday, your grace,” he replied with a slight chuckle in his voice. I sat up, placing my head against the headboard. My long, golden hair rested messily on my shoulders and my ice blue eyes stared at him. Every time Jackson woke me, he was staring at my cleavage when I sat up. He tried to do it subtly but there really was no subtle way to do it. “Well,” I asked sternly. “Oh yes, bring in the breakfast,” he called to the door. I ...

... watched as my other two servants wheeled in a large tray of pancakes, waffles and French toast. I had always wanted more servants but these three were the only people who could see past the supernatural powers I had, but then again, they were all outcasts when they came to my palace too. Jackson was a short, plump man when he knocked on my doors and begged me to let him in. My powers changed him from that into an average-sized, muscular man. Unfortunately, I couldn’t change his personality but he was still as loyal as can be. James and Edward were both from the same village and were cursed with being bald. However, like Jackson; I used my powers to recreate their appearances. Each of them had matching blonde hair and muscular bodies with the same ice blue eyes as I did. “Happy birthday, my queen,” James and Edward said in sync as they appeared from behind the tower of pancakes and waffles. “Thank you all,” I said as I licked my lips at the huge breakfast in front of me. “Hopefully this birthday will outdo last year's.” “We’re sure it will, your grace,” Jackson responded rapidly. I started to tuck into the pancakes. That was always the best part about my birthday, two dozen pancakes with maple syrup drooling down the sides. I quickly scoffed the entire pile of them into my tiny frame. The men always looked so shocked that a tiny woman like me could eat so much. Next, I moved on to the waffles smothered in chocolate and topped off with sliced strawberries. Each bite was a delight to ...