CHAPTER 36: A COLD BJ...

Shirayuki’s eyes widened at the sight of his thick, veined cock bobbing free, already hard and leaking precum from the tip.

The cold air of the chamber made it twitch, but Akira felt nothing but heat surging through him.

Shira crawled forward on her knees, her breasts swaying with each movement, nipples still stiff and dark from his earlier torment.

"Suck it," he repeated. "Make it good, or I’ll leave you cold and aching."

"Yes, Master," she breathed, leaning in.

Her icy fingers wrapped around the base, and the touch sent a shock through him, like dipping his dick into a minty snowbank.

It was nothing like Mei-san’s warm, soft mouth; this was sharp, numbing cold that made his balls tighten instantly in a mix of pain and electric pleasure that had him hissing.

Her pale blue lips parted, and she took the head into her mouth. The sensation hit like a shockwave: a cold, soft texture as her tongue swirled around the crown, lapping at the slit with slow, steady strokes.

It felt like she’d been sucking on ice cubes, the chill seeping into his skin, but with a strange, tingling mint that made every nerve fire wildly.

"Fuck," Akira groaned as his hand tangled in her white hair. "That’s cold... keep going."

She hummed around him, the vibration buzzing through his shaft, and started bobbing her head.

Her skills were demonic... literally.

She hollowed her cheeks on the upstroke, sucking hard enough to pull a bead of precum from him, then relaxed on the down, letting her throat open just a tease. One hand stroked the base in time, twisting gently, her icy fingers sliding over veins that throbbed hot against the freeze.

Akira’s hips jerked. "Yeah... like that."

Her free hand cupped his sack, rolling the heavy balls in her palm, the cold making them draw up tight.

It was agony and bliss, minty frost numbing the skin while her fingers kneaded, tugged lightly, sending sparks up his spine.

She worked him like she was born for it, hand pumping the shaft, while her mouth focused on the head, flicking her tongue on the underside relentlessly.

"Touch yourself," he ordered. "Finger that cold pussy while you suck me. Get yourself wetter."

Shirayuki moaned around his cock. Her hand left his balls and dipped between her own thighs, fingers plunging into her slick folds with a wet squelch. She gasped, her mouth popping off him for a second, showing strings of cold saliva connecting her lips to his tip.

"It’s warming... oh, Master, it’s getting so hot inside..."

"Suck deeper," he growled, grabbing her hair and guiding her back down. "Show me how bad you want this heat."

She obeyed, taking him halfway, then more, her throat relaxing as she swallowed around his length.

The cold felt really intense here, freezing the muscles in his cock and making him tense up, but she didn’t let that stop her. She bobbed her head faster, gagging a little but pushing through, her nose brushing his base as she took deepthroated him completely.

Akira’s control slipped. "Fuck your face on it," he commanded, holding her head still and thrusting shallow at first, then deeper.

Her throat bulged with every push, cold walls milking him, minty chill making his balls ache for release.

"Gag on it, yeah," he grunted, hips snapping forward. "Take every inch down that frozen throat."

She did, tears streaming as she choked and slurped. Her fingers were busy between her legs, three now plunging in and out of her pussy with obscene wet sounds. The chamber was filled with the sounds of his grunts, her quiet moans, and the slap of his balls hitting her chin.

"I’m close," he warned, fucking her face harder, the cold building to a burning peak. "Swallow it all."

Shirayuki nodded desperately around him, her throat working. With a final thrust, Akira came hard, grunting as thick ropes of cum shot straight down her throat.

The heat of his cum hit her cold insides like fire, making her swallow convulsively. Her body shuddered as she fingered herself even harder, her pussy clenching around her own hand.

He pulled out slowly, strings of cum and saliva dripping from her lips. She gasped for air, licking him clean slowly; her eyes hazy with submission.

"Master... your heat... I can feel it spreading inside me," she whispered. Her fingers were still buried deep inside, and her pussy was visibly warmer. Its juices were flowing freely and steaming slightly in the cold air.

Akira smirked, cock still half-hard. "That’s just the start. Now, get on your back. Spread everything."

She dropped quickly to the cold floor without hesitation, spreading her legs wide, with her knees pulled up to her chest.

Her pussy gaped open; the inner walls were pinker and warmer now. Her clitoris was swollen and pulsing. All the frost had melted completely, leaving her wet and ready. Her butt cheeks were parted, showing the small, tight blue ring twitching.

"Touch it," he said, kneeling between her thighs. "Show me how wet you are for more."

Her fingers dove back in, three plunging deep with a squelch, thumb circling her clit frantically. "See, Master? It’s warming... but I need your cock to melt me completely. Please..."

He smirked, batting her hand away. "Move your fingers. Let me feel."

She pulled them out with a wet sound, strings of her wetness connecting to her palm. Akira moved closer, his warm breath on her exposed folds.

Her pussy was now a deeper blue colour. The lips were swollen and open, and the inside walls were clearly pulsing, asking to be filled. He slowly traced the edge with one finger, playing with the slick entrance before sliding it in.

"Fuck," he muttered.

It was still cool inside, though not freezing like before. Her walls clenched greedily like they were sucking the heat right out of him. He added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch her, feeling the temperature rise degree by degree as his body heat seeped in.

"Master... oh gods, your fingers are so warm," she moaned, hips rolling to take him deeper. "It’s melting me... I can feel it spreading... please, more..."

He pumped them faster, curling to hit that spongy spot inside her, thumb pressing down on her clit and grinding hard. Her warm and sticky juices flowed freer now, coating his entire fingers. "Good. You’re ready."

"Yes... yes... I’m ready now, Master! Please... shove it in... stretch me wide!"

Akira pulled his fingers free, then gripped his thick shaft, rubbing the swollen head up and down her slit, coating it in her warm wetness that made him throb harder.

"Beg like I own you."

"Please, Master," she cried. "Fuck this cold hole. Stretch it wide with your hot dick. Breed my frozen womb until I’m dripping your cum. I’ll squeeze you so tight... milk every drop... please, ruin me!"

"As you wish."

Akira slammed in with one long, brutal thrust, burying himself balls-deep in her tight, warming pussy.

The sensation was electric: her inner walls clenched around his hot length like a velvet glove, moving with every inch of him that went inside her. She screamed, her eyes rolling back in her head so only the white showed, as pleasure overloaded her.

"Fuck~~yes~~Master!"