Chapter 35: The Frostbound Embrace
Riven stepped through a shimmering veil of frost and found himself in a kingdom carved from ice itself—crystal towers rising like frozen spires beneath a sky streaked with pale auroras. The air was sharp and cold, yet beneath his skin, the lingering warmth of earth and sea still pulsed.
From the heart of the palace emerged her — Isolde, the Ice Queen. Her skin gleamed like polished snow, smooth and radiant, while her eyes sparkled with icy blue fire. Her long hair cascaded like silver icicles, framing a face both regal and inviting.
Her form was statuesque, with high, proud boobs wrapped in delicate frost-threaded fabric that shimmered with each movement. Despite the chill, her presence radiated a fierce, magnetic heat.
Isolde's voice was a whisper, cool as the frozen winds yet charged with promise. "You have traveled through flame, water, and earth. Now, feel the fire hidden within ice."
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The First Contact — Position One: The Frosted Hold
Isolde took Riven's hands, her touch cold yet electrifying. She pressed her body against his, and the chill of her skin sent shivers racing through him.
Guiding him to a smooth ice pedestal, she slid down to sit, pulling him close as she straddled him in a position reminiscent of cowgirl, but with a twist—her legs locked firmly around his hips, her movements deliberate and teasing.
Her wet pussy glistened faintly with a sheen of cold dew as he entered her, the contrast between his warmth and her icy touch igniting a fierce fire within them both.
Her boobs pressed into his chest as she began to move, slow and powerful, riding him with controlled grace that left him breathless.
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The Rising Heat — Position Two: The Icebreaker
As their passion deepened, Isolde shifted, lifting Riven carefully from the pedestal and pressing him against a wall of glistening ice.
With one leg wrapped around his waist, she leaned back into a sensual standing doggy style, her body arching like frozen waves. His cock slid deep inside her wet pussy, every thrust sending sparks of fire across the frost.
Her hands gripped his shoulders as the friction of their bodies melted the cold between them, their breaths mingling in clouds of steam that danced in the frigid air.
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The Frozen Release
Isolde's breath hitched, her body trembling as she reached her climax, icy fingers digging into Riven's skin. In the throes of ecstasy, a warm flood escaped her control—she pissed softly, the steam rising where fire met ice.
Riven held her close, whispering, "In your frost, I have found my flame."
Together, they melted the frozen night with their union, a fiery passion wrapped in ice's cold embrace.