Chapter 643: Ice Melter (NSFW)

Mason watched Lilith’s beautiful face as her tiara-covered head bobbed on his cock. It had him paralyzed as he stared. And maybe it was because she was a vampire, but the force of her ‘sucking’ was incredible. More than once he went rigid as he felt like he was getting pulled into her throat.

This was maybe an ‘eating’ concern more than a ‘sucking’ concern. He knew how sharp her nails and teeth were. As she worked she had him standing there in a state of bliss and equal readiness, like he didn’t know if he should hold her hair or grip her jaw.

Sure, he’d regenerate. He’d re-grown most of an arm, right? Not to mention a good chunk of his spine. But—call him squeamish—he had absolutely no desire to learn what re-growing a dick felt like.

On the other hand, the…excitement of his concern was kind of enhancing the experience. Every sensation was heightened. The feel of her cold lips and apparently warm tongue, in addition to the sucking, was like she was blowing him while rubbing his shaft with ice.

As she moved him closer and closer to the edge, she made absolutely no move to change the dynamic. He was twitching in her mouth, groaning as he finally put a hand to her hair.

If anything it spurred her on. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, robe still open to show off her tits, red lips stretched wide around his dick.

All concern vanished with approaching orgasm. He put a foot up on some animated stool and fucked her mouth as the moment came, pushing deep between Lilith’s open lips. Like a nymph, she gave absolutely no sign of a gag reflex, and once again Mason loved roboGod.

His body clenched as he went over the edge. His balls blasted their first load into the ice princess’s throat, spraying in beautiful waves of heat and release. Her eyes went wide as she milked and swallowed, and he held her with two fists gripped in her dark hair, twitching as he gave her every drop.

Fucking the mouth of the daughter of two gods in her own palace—another beautiful moment in the post-apocalypse. He felt no desire to move away and just stayed right where he was, admiring the ornate room as he gave the princess a few more thrusts and plenty of time to lick him clean.

When he finally pulled out he realized her mouth was warmer. She was panting as she stared up at him, one last swallow as she wiped at the corners of her lips and licked them clean. Her pale skin finally blushed, and she looked around her chambers like someone might be watching.

“I…shouldn’t have enjoyed that so much. You’re just so full of magic. And warmth. I couldn’t help myself.”

Something about a heat and blood-sucking vampire goddess looking all cute and shy about being horny had his brain short circuiting. He picked her up and lifted her off the ground, pulling her legs around his waist as he walked towards her bed.

“I…my prince!” She clutched him and stared with wide eyes, nails digging into his back. “I’m not sure I…that we should…do anything more.”

“Me neither.”

He easily carried her to the high bed and dropped her on her back. Her legs snapped shut, hands closing her robe across her chest, pushing it down to cover herself. Christ she was gorgeous, like a lily white version of Naya. Her slim legs went on for miles, just enough curve and ass to set a man on fire.

“I’m the princess of ice,” she whispered, actually trembling. “The daughter of two gods. No man has ever…I’m not to be…I’m not sure I can even…” she swallowed and closed her eyes. “I’m too cold for a man’s touch.”

“Not mine,” he said, lowering to his knees.

The idea of going another minute without tasting her was suddenly impossible. He grabbed her by the hips and yanked her ass to the edge of the bed, fighting off her hands until he’d spread for him and uncovered her robe. She gave up and covered her face with her hands as if mortified. He just stared at the porcelain, hairless mound of her sex, suddenly feeling very hungry again.

Unlike every other woman he’d had in this situation, she looked completely dry. But he was a man who appreciated a challenge. He moved closer, and his breath made her shiver.

“You won’t enjoy it,” she said as if in pain. “And I can’t. Shouldn’t. Better never to feel.”

“Oh I will. And you’re wrong.”

He licked her slit from bottom to top, amazed at the feel of her cold skin, even between her legs. Despite what she said, it was seconds before she started opening like a flower. It spurred him on, and soon he was devouring her with lips and tongue.

She held her breath, nothing but little squeaks leaving her throat.

At first she tasted like nothing. It was like licking ice. But as she opened and started becoming wet from more than just his mouth, she was literally sweet, almost fruity, like the world’s greatest fucking popsicle. He started to feel warmth somewhere deeper. The more he licked and sucked, the more desperate he was to find it.

Lilith was almost rigid for minutes. He forced patience and went slow as he explored, loving the exotic feel and taste of an otherwise favorite meal. He’d always liked ice coffee. And Slurpies…

Eventually he worked a finger inside her as he attended to her clit. Every inch was difficult, her slit tighter than any woman he’d ever experienced. Which at this point was quite a few. Finally she moved and took a breath, squirming as he pushed the digit deeper and deeper.

He found that warmth he’d been feeling—a hot core inside her that made her shudder as he touched. He worked faster now, reaching his other hand up to play with her nipples as he licked and fingered.

It took awhile. Maybe a long while. But she moved closer, and closer, until her hips were gyrating on the bed, an inexperienced, mindless attempt to push her sex against his mouth. He felt her razor-like nails dig into his scalp as she gripped his hair and screamed.

The warmth inside her pushed outwards, a small flood of juices making its way to his tongue and chin as she came. He grinned and slowed but kept going until she spasmed to a final stop, chest heaving as her eyes fluttered.

She laughed. Maybe cried. Her head lolled back and forth until she looked down and met his eyes.

“Thank you, Mason. Thank you. I…didn’t think…I didn’t know if I could…”

“You aren’t done yet.”

He slid her up the bed and knee walked towards her naked, his dick rock hard. She stared at it with widening eyes.

“We can’t…” she looked in physical pain. “I want it. More than anything. But the cold. My curse. I’ll un-man you, my prince…”

Mason put his tip against Lilith’s now wet, but still cool opening. He was pretty confident he had enough heat for both of them, and slowly pushed the head inside her.

She tensed up and he leaned down to kiss her lips, stroking her face as she watched him.

“Try. Relax and I’ll do everything. If it doesn’t work, you get another tongue treatment.”

She matched his grin, her fangs growing again as she spread her legs around him. He hissed as he slipped deeper inside, not at all bothered yet by the cold. In fact she was so tight and his dick so hard and ready it was actually kind of..nice.

But she just couldn’t take it. Wet as she was, he’d struggled to get much more than a finger inside her. For the first time he was worried it might not work until he felt Transformation kick in, and he realized it was literally shrinking him.

Lilith gasped as his cock went deeper. And deeper. She tensed again as he reached that inner warmth, and it was like being in her mouth again—the warmth surrounding his tip, the tight cool clamp of her pussy on his shaft.

Yeah, this wasn’t going to be a problem.

Her nails cut into the flesh of his back as he fucked her.

“You can have more blood, if you want,” he whispered in her ear.

She bit his shoulder a second later, and he growled as the fangs sunk in. Her sucking sounds just turned him on more, and he picked up the pace as he pounded her into the bed.

Hitting that warmth was like a dopamine spike all its own. Every time he pulled back he was desperate to slam in and find that warmth. He could hear her wetness now—the sounds of her juices squishing as she took him in and he slapped against her flesh.

His resistances were the world’s greatest wingmen, all glowing with power as Lilith indulged herself and probably would have killed another man. The truth was, Mason kind of liked it.

In fact he was so busy enjoying himself, he’d kind or forgotten what he was doing or why, just mindlessly pumping into Lilith’s eager pussy. Whatever resistance she’d had was gone, her hips arching to take him, her hands on his ass and pulling.

Apparently she’d had enough blood. Her open, red lips moved to his, and she kissed him hard as he bottomed out inside her with deep thrusts. His orgasm was sudden, but he didn’t hold back. His body flushed with heat, the tide throwing him over the edge until he tensed and sprayed deep in the ice princess’ core.

It was like when he’d fucked Demi outside the city. A kind of magic explosion that erupted inside Lilith and covered him in heat. She flooded his balls with juices as she spasmed and gripped him for dear life.

All he could do was grin and pump her full, draining his balls deep inside as he felt her love every second.

[Title: Ice Melter. You managed to thaw the Ice Princess’s…heart. Improved virility and resistance to cold.]

Somehow, he wasn’t shocked at the title. Or done. He could also feel the heat in Lilith’s core taking over. Her body was damn near warm to the touch, her skin flushed with a healthy pink, all the way down.

He was still hard inside her, so he just went on and kept fucking her. She managed to focus her eyes enough to stare at him with incredulity. He gave her a quick wink before he kissed her again.

“Tell your mother not to bother my nymphs anymore. I’ll be crossing the Woods a lot.”

She half nodded, half shook her head, moaning as he slapped against her.

“I’m serious. And I want any help I can get with the Doom. Whatever either of you can do. We’re on the same team, kind of.”

“I don’t…” she blinked and looked up at him, looking half conscious. He paused mid thrust and waited.

“Promise me, or we call it a night.”

“No.” She gripped him and practically jerked awake. “I promise. Whatever I can do. Just don’t stop…”

“Stop what,” he said, fighting the smile.

“Please don’t stop…fucking me.” She flushed even more pink, then sighed and trembled as he slid his soaked cock back into her. “But…” she lowered her voice, like someone might hear. “I want…the whole night. I want everything.”

He pulled back and stopped again, lifting her legs up his shoulders. He pushed forward, testing how flexible she was. He got the legs pretty much to her ears, and she made no indication it was a problem. So the answer was apparently ‘very flexible’. He looked down at her incredible body and pussy on full display, and prayed to god she didn’t tell him to stop.

“I’m in a rush. The gift will have to be worth it.”

“I…I promise,” she said, staring up at him, long legs held on either side of that perfect face.

He grinned and slammed into her, driving her ruthlessly into the bed as his hips slapped against her ass. She looked so good like that he just kept at it until he came again, pulling out near the end to give her a couple sprays to the tits and face, just because he could.

Lilith looked confused in her drunken sex stupor, like he’d made a mistake. She scooped off his cum to suck off her fingers with a satisfied sigh.

When she was fully conscious again she ordered him more meat, and made sure he was drinking water. He lay back and ate it on the bed. She spent the whole time wordlessly blowing him, like she couldn’t stop touching her new favorite toy.

When he was finished he bent her over the big bed and pounded until she got that coma-like look of pleasure his girls sometimes had, filling her one last time because she felt amazing, and to drain himself as much as possible.

He didn’t know if it was ‘all night’, or what even counted for that in the fey. But she was completely out of it by the end. He tucked her under the covers like a child, and crawled in beside to hold her.

Her skin was warm, all trace of her fangs gone. She pressed herself against him and muttered something sleepily, looking just like a young, healthy elven woman with her blue eyes closed.

Usually he fucked the life out of a woman, but apparently this time he’d fucked it in. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her soft, warm skin, happy for a nap.