CHAPTER 35: SHIRAYUKI...

Akira knelt beside her, placing his hand on her chest, just above her breast. Her skin was cold, but not so unbearably on the surface. He focused, trying to channel his own warmth into her.

"Tell me your name," he said as he worked.

"Shirayuki," she answered softly. "It means ’white snow’ in the old tongue."

"Shira," Akira repeated, letting his hand slide down to cup her breast fully, his palm enveloping the heavy globe. She gasped sharply as his warmth touched the sensitive flesh, her back arching, pushing into his grip. "From now on, when I call you, you answer. When I command you, you obey. Understood?"

"Yes, Master!" she cried out as he squeezed gently, then harder, kneading the cold flesh with firm strokes.

Slowly, very slowly, he felt the temperature rising under his touch. The frost patterns began to fade, and her skin flushed with a faint blue glow as blood flow returned. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching just enough to draw a whimper, the peak hardening further under the heat.

"Good," he murmured, moving his other hand to her neglected breast, mirroring the motions: squeezing, twisting, pulling until she was squirming on her knees. "Now, let’s see how much heat you can actually hold."

"Master, please," she begged after several minutes of this torment, her hips grinding against nothing. "I need more. I need you to..."

"You need what I give you, when I give it to you," Akira corrected, pinching one of her nipples hard enough to make her cry out, the sound echoing through the chamber. "You tried to drain me. Now I’m going to fill you. But only when I decide you’re warm enough."

He leaned in, pressing his mouth to her neck, letting his hot breath wash over her cold skin. She trembled violently at the intimate contact, goosebumps rising where his lips brushed, her body shuddering as warmth seeped in.

He trailed kisses down her collarbone, nipping at the sensitive spots, each bite sending jolts of heat that made her moan louder.

"You’re going to learn something, Shirayuki," he whispered against her ear. "Heat isn’t something you steal. It’s something you earn."

His hand slid down her stomach, fingers splaying across the smooth, chilled plane, stopping just short of where she was dripping with need.

He could smell her arousal now... icy mint, but mingling with the growing warmth he was forcing into her. Akira turned her around with a firm grip on her hips. "Stand up. Hands on the throne. Ass out."

She scrambled to obey, rising on shaky legs and bending over the arm of her own ice throne, legs spread wide, presenting herself fully.

Her thick ass cheeks parted slightly, revealing the glistening slit of her pussy and the tight, puckered ring above it, both giving off that deep cold but slick with anticipation.

Akira stepped behind her, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants as he activated the Essence Siphon skill again.

"Essence Siphon – start."

The Succubus moaned deeply, arching hard, her ass pushing back toward him as the pull began. "Yes... take it... take everything, Master..."

He pulled more, forcing the frozen Essence through his channels. Pain shot up his arm, but the system burned it off, converting it into raw, usable power.

[+400 PP – TOTAL 1620]

[ICE ESSENCE ABSORBED – NEW PASSIVE: FROST RESISTANCE LV1]

His hand slid between her thighs, and she gasped when his fingers found her freezing pussy. The second he pushed in even a little, the cold clamped around him, biting up his nerves like dry ice.

Her inner walls tightened instantly, trying to pull more of his heat inside her despite the frostburn slicing across his fingertips.

"Shit." He yanked back. "Your pussy’s a goddamn freezer."

She whimpered, pushing back against nothing, her ass cheeks jiggling with the motion. "I’m sorry, Master..."

He grabbed both heavy breasts from behind, kneading hard, rolling the dark blue nipples between his fingers until she cried out. Friction generated heat; he could feel the frost flowers melting under his palms.

"Like that?" he growled, pinching hard, twisting until tears of ecstasy streamed down her face. "Feel me warming these fat tits? Squeezing them until they’re hot and aching?"

"Yes... yes, harder, please!" she sobbed, her nipples throbbing under his assault, swelling further as blood and warmth rushed in.

He turned her around, dropped to his knees, and sucked one icy nipple into his mouth. His tongue was hot against the frozen peak. She screamed, fingers digging into his hair, hips bucking.

He turned her around abruptly, dropping to his knees, and sucked one icy nipple into his mouth. His tongue was hot against the frozen peak, swirling roughly, teeth grazing the sensitive bud.

"Arrrghhh~" She screamed as her fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer. Her hips bucked wildly, and waves of heat rushed through her chest.

"Akira... Master... oh gods..." Her voice dissolved into moans, her free breast heaving and begging for equal attention.

He switched to the other breast, biting gently at first, then harder, sucking with forceful pulls that made her knees buckle. His hands slid down her sides, rubbing fast circles on her hips, her thighs, anywhere he could reach, forcing blood flow, forcing heat.

"Spread," he ordered, his mouth popping off her nipple with a wet smack.

Her legs spread automatically, thighs trembling as if her body can’t take more of his touch. She was visibly wet, and if not she was freezing fromthe inside, she would be dripping by now.

Her pussy clenched in open, needy pulses at the sudden rush of warmth radiating from his hand, her swollen clit peeking.

He slammed his palm against her mound, grinding the heel of his hand against her clit in tight, rough circles. She choked on a moan, knees buckling, hips jerking back into him like her body was starving... her clit throbbing against his palm with every stroke.

The cold burned, but he didn’t stop.

"Feel that?" he said between licks on her neck. "That’s human heat. That’s what you’ve been starving for."

She sobbed, nodding frantically, her hands clutching the throne for support. "It’s burning so good... please don’t stop... I’m thawing, Master, I can feel it spreading deep inside..."

He slipped one finger just inside her entrance, no deeper than the first knuckle, and rubbed the walls in tight circles. The cold was still brutal, but it was easing, turning from painful to sharp, intense pleasure that made her inner muscles flutter wildly around him.

"More," she begged, hips rolling ans thrusting to take him deeper. "I can take more now... please..."

He added a second finger, scissoring gently, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot inside her, pumping in and out slowly.

Her pussy clenched greedily, sucking at his digits, her wetness warming degree by degree, turning from icy to cool, then tepid, as heat flooded her core.

The sensation was intoxicating: her walls rippling, massaging him, begging for more as steam rose from where they joined.

"Tell me how warm you are," he demanded, his free hand slapping her ass cheek hard, the impact sending a jolt through her body, heat blooming from the red mark.

"Getting there... almost... almost ready for you, Master..." she gasped. Her clit swelled under his palm, grinding harder, her moans turning into screams as an orgasm built, coiling tight in her belly.

Akira kept fingering her deeper, thrusting his fingers in and out with increasing speed, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside her freezing depths.

Shirayuki’s pussy walls clenched tighter, her body finally responding to the heat. Steam hissed faintly where his skin met hers, and soon, her juices began to flow.

It was still cold to the touch, like chilled water, but no longer the biting freeze that numbed his fingers. They dripped down his hand, coating her thighs in wet trails that glistened under the chamber’s icy light.

"You’re dripping now," Akira growled, pulling his fingers free with a wet pop, her pussy fluttering emptily, begging for more.

"Yes, Master. Now I can have your cock, right? Please..." Shirayuki pleaded, her ice-blue eyes hazy with lust, tears streaking her cheeks. "I need it hot and deep inside me."

Before Akira could respond, he got a system prompt.

[CHOICE AVAILABLE]

[A: Give her what she wants – raw, immediate penetration]

[B: Make her wait longer – edge her until she’s crying]

Akira smirked, choosing B.

"You are almost ready, but first, get me ready." He stepped back, yanking down his trousers, his thick veined cock springing free.

"Suck it."