Glacial Love

>you're not sure why you let your friends drag you to the carnival
>literally nothing good happens at these things anyway, they're just tourist traps
>you loved these things when you were a kid but nowadays they just feel tacky to you
>like an excuse to ride roller coasters too cheap for an amusement park or eat overpriced carnival food
>speaking of you wandered off while your friends went to ride the FireBomb for the seventh time looking for a slushie or something
>you wander over to a cool-colored stand marked Frozen Goods
>god you can feel that blast of cold air from ten feet away
>nobody in line, but nobody immediately visible till you round the corner and look in the window
>a statue of glass and ice stands there, perfect in all forms and beautiful beyond compare
>your breath is taken away (and not just because the air temperature has dropped about fifty degrees)
>She turns to you and speaks first. "Do you need something?"
>"I-Uh"
>It's hard to speak
>By the chief god is she beautiful
>lots of monsters are sexy or delicious but she's as cold as the distant stars and twice as brightly magnificent
>You manage to stutter out an order and she mixes you a blue slushie (not blueberry, just 'blue')
>you swear you feel a jolt of electricity when your hands touch but maybe that's just the ice forming on your hands
>it's not painful, surprisingly
>it makes you more tired than usual but you want to hear her speak forever when she says "That will be four-fifteen in change."
>"Come again any time, sir."
>you linger for just a bit too long and she asks "Do you need something, sir?"
>time to put on the moves
>"Just your name."
>Fuck, you sound like a tool
>She seems... amused by that?
>"Eska, sir. And yours?"
>"Anon."
>"Well then, anon, come back any time..."
>she tacks on as seemingly an afterthought "... handsome."
>but you can see the blush on her face
>and after you get about twenty feet away you find the piece of paper on the band of your drink
>"I finish work at 10:30 tonight. Call me."
>-Eska
>well
>maybe this whole thing wasn't so pointless after all
>you go to rejoin your friends with a new spring in your step.
>the rest of the night passes eventfully, but your mind is not with your body
>the tiny slip of paper with Eska's number on it is burning a hole in your pocket and you feel compelled to check every few minutes to make sure it's still there
>your friends give you no end of shit about this but are, generally speaking, encouraging that their friend is finally about to "get some".
>finally the moment is nearly upon you and you pace nervously in the parking lot, looking at the illuminated numbers on your phone's screen.
>10:25
>the number is committed to memory now.
>all you have to do is wait
>but shouldn't you try to avoid appearing desperate? Perhaps you should call her later?
>No. You push that thought away. It's now or never with this one.
>finally the minutes tick away and it is time
>you punch in the number
>one ring
>two rings
>three rings
>a crackle of static -- or is it rushing air? and a cool voice picks up on the other end.
>"This is Eska."
>"Ah, hey, Eska, this is anon, we met earlier while you were working?" you get out as smooth as you can manage
>imperceptibly her voice shifts for the warmer
>"Anon, right. So, I just got off work. You want to get some coffee?"
>"That sounds great." Well, this is going better than expected.
>"Holstbucks on sixth street? I'll see you there."
>she doesn't wait for your response before hanging up
>though it's not like you would have refused
>You make it there in ten minutes
>the place is nigh-empty at 10:45 other than the cow behind the counter, one bored-looking man trying to pretend he's not watching said cow's tits jiggle, and Eska staring out the window over a cup of iced coffee
>when she sees you she waves you to the counter and gives a nearly imperceptible smile
>you rush through getting the overpriced coffee as soon as possible and sit down across from Eska at her booth
>Eska takes a sip of her iced coffee through a colorful bendy straw and stares at you
>you stare back at her
>the heat is being sucked out of your coffee and it's pretty chilly in your little booth
>you find you don't mind actually
>"So. Tell me about yourself," she intones, staring into your eyes
>well, what is there to tell, really?
>you give her what you can about yourself and she follows along with an "mm hmm" or asks a minor question
>when you trail off for lack of something else to talk about she fills the space.
>"You know, you're pretty cute when you're lost for words." she says, matter-of-fact as you please.
>"Actually just pretty cute in general. You okay? You look a bit chilly, sorry." She didn't even try to make that apology sound sincere.
>"I'm fine." You drain the last of your coffee and wait expectantly for her to say something
>she reaches out and takes one of your hands into her tiny palm, examining your fingers with touches of ice
>"Yeah, you're good. Clean, too."
>what
>this is getting a bit weird.
>"So I'm sorry for being a bit strange and all but I'm still trying to get this whole "talking to people" thing down. I'm a new transfer."
>oh, that explains a lot actually
>just through the portal
>suddenly it's a bit easier to forgive her for her strange habits
>speaking of strange habits she's trying to figure out how to interlace your fingers
>"Your hands are very... warm." she blushes.
>well that's fine because yours are freezing, seriously
>you endure it
>you would endure a lot just to watch her move, she's like a perfect statue come to life instead of some succubus' idea of what 'sexy' should look like
>every one of her tiny movements is graceful
>Eska notices you staring at her and looks away, blush intensifying
>"Stop staring like that."
>"Sorry. It's just hard to keep my eyes off of you"
>cheesy, but it seems to work because she shuts her eyes and her face turns nearly purple with her blush
>"L-lewd! Too lewd!"
>"What, holding and feeling up my hands isn't?"
>"That's entirely different."
>well, she seems to have gotten a handle on it again but she's still blushing
>"I need to examine you for quality as a potential mate"
>whoa what
>this is escalating extremely quickly
>"and yeah, you pass. So, want to come home"
>wait WHAT
>she notices your eyes darting from side to side and adds "But you don't have to or anything. I just think you're really cute and we could work out and -"
>you cut her off and grab her wringing hands in yours. "Eska, I'd be glad to."
>Her blush vanishes entirely and a smile tugs at her sculpted lips "Well then, what are we waiting around here for?"
>Eska stands. Well, not really 'stand' since she doesn't have feet, but she sort of... slides out of the booth and levitates into the air at about walking height
>She looks at you expectantly and offers a hand
>you pull yourself out of the seat and she twines her fingers with yours
>the cowgirl moos at you from behind the counter and waves
>this is really getting lewd for you
>she follows you to your car, offhandedly mentioning that she 'walks' to work
>she can float a lot faster than you can walk, you guess.
>the atmosphere between you two is frigid
>har har
>no but you can't actually do anything with the AC while she's in there with you so you just give it up
>it's a good relief from the summer heat, you suppose
>you nearly melt when she slides her head onto your shoulder as you pull out of the parking lot
>you arrive at your house and park
>she's out of the car before you are, bouncing on her nonexistant heels by the door like an exciteable dog, which does have a rather pleasing affect on the eyes, you have to admit
>you know you've said it before but you'll say it again
>She's like one of those old italian statues come to life
>this beautiful woman carved out of ice
>with rockin' tits, to be crude
>you unlock your door and lead her inside
>She floats through your house, examining everything closely
>taking the lead from you and going ahead to explore on her own with you trailing behind her
>not that you mind
>god, what you're going to do to those hips
>hopefully it doesn't feel like ice, though you'd expect a monster to make that feel good somehow
>and then she finds your bedroom
>well, maybe you should have cleaned up a bit first but she doesn't seem to mind
>she turns to you and Eska's placid expression is replaced with just a tiny bit of mischievousness
>she floats over to the bed
>examines it for far longer than anything else
>then SNIFFS it
>and then she belly flops directly onto the bed, arms wide to grab as much of the sheets as possible
>"Hey anon, want to guess what we're going to do on the bed?" her muffled voice rises to you
>down boner
>she pats beside her for you to sit down and you oblige
>she turns her face away from the mattress and looks up at you
>"Has anyone ever told you that you smell really good, anon?"
>N-no
>"because you do."
>she lifts herself up and half clambers, half hovers into your lap
>the air should be really cold
>she should be absolutely freezing
>so why does she just feel pleasantly cool
>and why are you sweating?
>"Are you ready, anon?" she whispers, piercing blue eyes locked on yours
>Eska's clothing begins to melt, water running down her breasts and chest as it adds to the spines on her legs
>she's naked before you (well, more naked than before), breasts pert and nipples erect while she eyes you, waiting for you to strip
>this proves a bit difficult despite your willingness because she's really wrapped around you here
>Eska isn't really giving you much wiggle room and runs her cool hands over every inch of your exposed skin, cooing and murmuring
>underwear proves easier than most as Eska is more than a bit grabby and very willing to help you take it off
>Eska gasps slightly when you finally pull out your cock, already ready from your handsy lover
>there is silence between you two as she reaches down to touch it
>moment of truth demon lord
>can you make ice on your dick feel good
>as a matter of fact you can
>pleasantly cool but not actually cold
>like slightly below lukewarm water
>she wraps her soft fingers around your shaft and slowly teases the head with her palm
>Eska is transfixed, eyes locked on your junk
>she breathes steadily through her mouth now, open wide
>is
>is she drooling
>she notices and closes her mouth but doesn't look away
>"Sorry, anon. It's just..."
>she hesitates, then continues quietly "... It's my first time seeing one before. It's bigger than I thought. Do you want me to stop?"
>Fuck no
>she's slowly jerking you a bit now, just her delicate fingers on your head and some of the shaft
>Eska's touch is light and her fingers pleasantly cool against the heat of your skin, velvet over skin as she jerks you
>you whisper to her when you can feel yourself approaching. "Eska, I'm getting close."
>she hums in acknowledgement but doesn't stop or slow down, other hand lost somewhere beneath her
>it's pretty obvious what she's doing but hey you aren't gonna call her on it
>that's just rude
>besides she looks like she's having fun, hips gently gyrating on your lap while she jerks you
>you can feel yourself approaching the end
>iron spring winding in your gut
>you try to push Eska's hand away but she makes a noise and speeds up
>soon you're at the point of no return and all you can do is look up to the ceiling and try not to groan too loud when you come, seed splattering over Eska's hand and stomach in thick white ropes
>she looks down at her own stomach as you come down from your high
>"Thank you for your gift, anon."
>your cum slides down her stomach but she makes no attempt to stop it or clean it while she brings her stained hand to her mouth and slowly licks it off
>holy fuck
>okay, no need to spur you on, demon lord, you got this one
>Eska giggles and toys with your rapidly re-hardening member
>"Oh, back again so soon?"
>"Well, I suppose I should oblige you."
>the air hums briefly while she lifts herself into the air and positions herself over you, legs (such as they are) wrapped around you, a surprisingly warm presence in a room quickly growing so cold that you think you can see ice forming on the edges of the windows
>and yet it's nearly warm at the center of the storm
>you find you don't mind
>"Well, anon~" she whispers to you
>"Are you ready?"
>you assure her that you have never been so ready for anything in your life. She smiles to that.
>She teases you with her hips, gently running her astonishingly warm entrance over your cockhead back and forth
>before clearly losing patience herself and dropping down all at once
>probably ill advised, in retrospect as she half-moans, half shrieks and flings her arms around you
>you'd be lying if you said that didn't feel fucking incredible, though
>you sit there for a moment with her, adjusting
>Eska throws her arms behind your neck and sighs, pulling close to you
>you can feel her breasts pressed against you, nipples pointing into your chest
>she whispers into your ear
>"Don't hesitate anon, there's so much left to do."
>"Churn me up inside. Make me scream."
>well
>better do as the lady asks
>you grab onto her soft hips and begin to lift her off of you
>she's light, impossibly so. It comes to mind that maybe she's using her powers to lighten the amount you have to lift
>fine by you, it can be a bit tiring at times
>she gasps deeply every time you lift her off you and moans when you drop her back down, breasts bouncing against you
>She babbles words of encouragement at you nigh constantly, starting with full sentences begging you to fuck her and ending up more like "please anon please fuck me make me your wife there please dont stop please anon anon yes", a pleasing backdrop to your skinship
>she comes long before you, legs squeezing you tightly and whimpering while she drips what you suspect is melted water onto you
>but you don't care right now, because honestly
>you drag her in to a kiss when she leans back to gasp and roll her eyes back
>Eska makes a surprised sound but soon attacks you with ferocity, tongue like a slab of cool ice, forcing you to yield even while you dominate her frail form
>you feel a mild twinge of displeasure that you will probably never get to feel this good in your life, but it's squashed under just how GOOD Eska feels
>her pussy sucks at you constantly now, trying to keep you inside of her but it's no match for the strength of your arms
>and soon (too soon) you reach your own end, speeding up just a tad while your basest instincts tell you to hold her there while you make her bear your children
>your arms lock her hips to yours while she moans and pants, and you roar, spraying your cum inside of her
>Eska howls with you, dragging you back in for more kisses as she topples over the edge after you, shoving you down on the bed
>She pants and gasps and smiles the biggest smile at you.
>"You're the best, anon."
>you lie there in silence for a bit, her cool, soft body pressed against yours as she shyly entwines your fingers
>your mark drips out of her onto you but you don't care right now.
>She is the first to break the silence
>"Hey, anon."
>"Will you marry me?"
>you don't even have to think about that one.
>"Yes."