Chapter 231: Stage Ten Again
Kalon pulled his shirt off and pushed his trousers down without wasting time.
Sifa watched him from the bed, ice body already slick with meltwater where his hands had been working her breasts as if it were warm dough being moulded.
Her thighs were open desperately. Her nipple-less chest rose and fell fast as she struggled to manage her breathing.
When he settled between her legs and rubbed the head of his cock against her cold entrance, she reached down and guided him in herself.
It was sign of just how desperate she was.
He pushed into her pussy in one steady thrust. Water from her sweet region splashed back on him.
Sifa’s mouth fell open like a dog in heat. Her soft pussy walls were tight and freezing around him, then quickly wetter as meltwater formed from the friction.
Kalon gripped her soft ice breasts to use as handled and started fucking her properly, deep strokes that made her heavy chest bounce under his hands.
"Ahh— Kalon—"
He kept one hand on her breast and used the other to hold her hip in place while he drove into her.
Sifa’s legs wrapped around him in a loose lock.
Every thrust forced more soft sounds out of her, and thin trails of water began running down her sides from where her body was already starting to begin to melt away under the glorious pleasure.
Kalon pulled out, flipped her onto her hands and knees, and pushed back into her pussy from behind.
The new angle made her drop to her elbows. Her full ice breasts hung under her and swayed hard each time his hips met her ass.
He reached around and grabbed both of those breasts, squeezing the cold soft flesh while he fucked her deeper.
"You feel good," he said against her back.
Sifa could only moan into the sheets. Her ass pushed back to meet him with a wet slap each time they met. Meltwater was running down the insides of her thighs now, making the bed wet under them.
Kalon watched his cock disappear into her ice pussy over and over, then spread her cheeks with his thumbs and looked at the tight ice hole above where he was buried.
He pulled out of her pussy, pressed the head of his cock against her tight asshole, and started pushing in.
Sifa’s whole body tensed.
"Ah— Kalon— That’s my—"
He worked himself into her ass slowly. The cold ring stretched around him until the head popped through with a wet sound, then more of his length followed.
Sifa made a broken sound and clawed at the sheets. Her asshole was even tighter than her pussy, freezing and gripping every inch as he sank deeper.
When he was fully inside her ass, he stayed still for a second and kneaded her hanging breasts from underneath, making sure to spread more pleasure throughout the rest of her cold body.
"Kalon— it’s so deep—"
He didn’t respond, and instead started thrusting into her asshole.
He used short strokes first, then longer ones once her body was adapting to the pleasurable pain.
Sifa’s moans turned higher and wetter.
Meltwater poured from her skin in thicker lines.
Her heavy breasts swung under her with every thrust into her ass, and when he squeezed them she cried out loud enough that it echoed off the bedroom walls.
Kalon fucked her asshole harder. The slapping in the room became so obscene that anyone walking through the neighbourhood might be able to hear the wet sounds.
Sifa’s arms gave out. Her face pressed into the mattress while he kept her ass up in the air and drove into her from behind. The wet sound of his cock working her ass filled the room. Her tailbone and the soft backs of her thighs were shiny with meltwater. Every time he bottomed out she jerked forward and moaned into the sheets.
He pulled out, rolled onto his back, and dragged her on top of him in reverse.
"Sit on it."
Sifa reached back, found his cock, and lowered her asshole onto him again with a trembling breath. Once he was inside she started riding him, ice ass bouncing on his hips while he reached up and groped both of her breasts from behind. From this angle he could see everything. His cock stretching her tight cold hole. Her full nipple-less tits moving in his hands. Meltwater running down over his stomach.
"Faster," he told her.
She obeyed. Her thighs flexed as she rode his cock with her ass, soft cold flesh clapping against him, moans spilling out of her without control. Kalon pinched and massaged her breasts roughly while she worked herself on him, and Sifa’s head fell back against his shoulder.
"I’m— it’s happening—"
"Good."
He thrust up into her asshole hard from below. Sifa’s body locked. A raw cry tore out of her as the orgasm hit through her ass, and her whole form started melting in his hands. Ice flesh softened fast. Her breasts lost shape under his palms. Her tight asshole clenched and fluttered around his cock while she came, meltwater flooding over his hips and thighs as her body partially collapsed into a slick cold mess on top of him.
Kalon held her through it and kept his cock buried in what was left of her ass until the worst of the climax finished wrecking her.
As she had gotten stronger. Orgasms didn’t completely melt her, instead only partially.
When she finally reformed enough to hold a proper shape again, she was limp against his chest, breathing hard, ice body still dripping, eyes unfocused.
He softened his hands on her breasts and just held her.
Sifa turned her face toward him slowly. Kalon kissed her.
It was unhurried and deep. Her cold lips moved against his, soft and grateful, while leftover meltwater ran between their bodies.
The system opened against his vision as the kiss lingered.
「Sifa Seduction」
Seduction Stage Ten Reached!
Sifa made a small sound into the kiss without knowing why, arms weakly wrapping around him, fully his now.