A Night of Frozen Worship: Serving Ice Princess Luna
The aurora danced across the walls of the ice cavern as I lounged on my crystalline throne, legs lazily spread. He crawled toward me on his hands and knees, completely naked, his cock already hard and leaking against the frozen floor.
I watched him with my piercing blue eyes, my long white hair cascading over my bare shoulders like fresh snow. Without a word, he began his devotion at my feet. His warm tongue traced every curve of my toes, sucking gently, then moved higher, licking slowly up my calves and the sensitive skin behind my knees.
When he reached my thighs, I parted them wider and grabbed a fistful of his hair.
“Worship your Ice Princess properly,” I whispered.
His mouth found my slick, freezing pussy. He licked me with hungry devotion, tongue sliding between my folds, circling my swollen clit again and again. I moaned softly and rolled my hips, grinding against his face, coating his lips and chin with my icy nectar. Every time he tried to pull back for air, I held him tighter, forcing his tongue deeper inside me.
I pulled him upward next, pressing his face between my full, pale breasts. “Suck them.” He obeyed instantly, latching onto my stiff nipples, sucking and biting while I shivered with pleasure. Then I turned, arching my back so he could bury his tongue between my ass cheeks, rimming my tight hole with desperate, filthy hunger.
I rode his face harder until my orgasm crashed through me like a glacial storm. My thighs clamped around his head as I flooded his mouth with my cold, sweet release. He drank every drop like it was sacred.
When I finally released him, his face glistened and his denied cock throbbed painfully. I smiled down at him, stroking his hair with one gloved finger.
“Good boy.” “Your tongue belongs to me now.”
He whimpered, already aching for the next command.