TW: Starting while asleep, dirty talk
Jacklyn Frost didn’t need to go into the real world to seduce women. She had enough frost-queen in her to leave anyone writhing. She looked through the woman’s window where the frost played on the glass, then slipped through.
She didn’t know the woman’s name, but it didn’t matter, she was just a plaything. Her blonde hair and pale skin were spread out on the bed, a girl who had the room in her bed alone. Jacklyn ghosted over her body, not waking her up, but blowing cold air on her neck, pebbling her skin. Then, just when the woman was moaning and writhing with the cold, Jacklyn brought her mouth down, the warm heat soothing the skin. The woman moaned and tipped her head, wanting more. Jacklyn could sense her need.
Jacklyn brought the cold ice lower, blowing on her skin, getting to her nipples and going back and forth between bits of cold and bits of heat. Her fingers fell on her hips, the tendrils of icicles ghosting over the sensitive skin. Jacklyn sucked in a nipple, her teeth a cold biting presence.
When the woman started humping the air, Jacklyn knew it was time to go lower. She licked down her taut stomach, kissing and biting and leaving a wake of saliva and little nip-marks.
When she got to the woman’s swollen and leaking lips, she blew across them, then moved to her thighs. Here, she nipped a bit harder, taking one finger at the same time and bringing it lightly over her slit over and over, getting her worked up but refusing to go inside the opening even to reach her hooded clit.
The woman gasped, “Please,” and, for the first time since she started teasing women, her eyes opened. “Please. I need it.” She didn’t seem concerned that there was a pale woman covered in ice biting her thighs and teasing her slit.
“Someday,” Jacklyn said, ghosting her breath over her thighs.
“No,” the woman gasped, grabbing her flowing icy hair and pulling her to her swollen need. “Now.”
Jacklyn’s eyes got wide, realizing a whole different type of need, a need all her own. She leaned down and started lapping.
“Can’t you do better than that?” The woman groaned. “Eat me up like the little slut you are.”
Jacklyn sucked and lapped. She needed to get here there, she needed it.
“Can’t your hands move?” The woman said. “Every ounce of your body should be focused on pleasuring me, little slut.”
Jacklyn thought it was, but now she needed to figure out what to do with her hands. She wasn’t sure she could focus on everything at once. She gripped her hands on her thighs and worked on drumming her fingers, letting bits of ice leach out. The woman groaned, and she knew that was a good sign, sucking in her clit and breathing out through her nose, causing both warm and cold around her. When the woman started humping her face, she knew she had it.
To bring her just a bit further, she made more cold leech out into her hair, playing against the woman’s fingers. It was enough. The woman, her woman, crashed over the edge, her warmth crescendoing over her face.
Jacklyn kept eating until the woman pulled her back.
“Good girl,” she said. “Do you visit your mistress throughout the year, or just at the holidays?” The woman asked.
Jacklyn normally only did over the holidays, but now she said, “Throughout the year.”
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