The labyrinth seemed to shift, curious how she hadn't noticed that before. Kitten turned a corner and stopped abruptly. The temperature in the labyrinth had dropped. She stepped backwards a few paces and found herself in a warmer area surrounded by walls covered in vines, but it was not the area she'd just passed through, was it? Maybe she should just turn around and go another way. Kitten turned on her heel and found herself looking into a solid green vine wall. This was impossible. Apparently once you made up your mind to go a certain way in the labyrinth, you couldn't retreat and go another.

The idea of stepping into a cold area was not appealing for the naked girl but it seemed she had little choice. Turning once more, she set off in the direction she first had chosen. Her nipples responded to the cold by puckering into hard little pebbles. The walls were made of ice now. Kitten found herself shivering almost violently as the cold permeated her flesh. Her hands shook, causing the chain to rattle noisily. Kitten rounded another corner and once again stopped suddenly.

In a small alcove to her right was a stone altar. She couldn't take her eyes off it nor what lay upon it. As if in a dream, she moved slowly toward it, the cold forgotten. Lying upon the stone altar was an ice sculpture of a man with a fully erect slightly curved phallus. Kitten drew closer and couldn't resist touching the phallus with her fingertip. It was smooth as silk, hard and cold, so cold. She quickly jerked her finger away. A rough, deep husky voice from behind her spoke, startling her.

"Take it in your mouth, girl." kitten didn't turn around, her fingers squeezed the chain tightly as she shook her head.

"Do as you're told," the voice commanded.

Kitten yelped as she felt a sting on her right buttock cheek. It was enough to propel her forward, leaning over the ice sculpture. Her tongue snaked out and touched the ice shaft before she ran it down the length of one side. Her eyes marveled at the artistry of the sculpture as her tongue traveled downward to curl around the manly sac. Opening her lips wide, she lowered her head and took one in her mouth, rolling her tongue over it again and again, enjoying the smooth round feel of it. Releasing it, she leaned even further over and did the same with the other.

"Open your mouth wider, girl and take them both in." The voice seemed to have grown rougher to her mind.

Kitten walked around to the end of the altar. The sculpture was made with widely spread legs and from here the command was easier to follow. To take them both in meant stretching her mouth to its limit and just a bit more. She managed it, barely. The coldness of the ice was numbing her tongue.

"Mount his face," came the next command.

The altar, kitten saw, was wide enough for her knees to rest on either side of his head. Moving to that end, she managed to climb up, straddling the icy face. The man sculpture was chiseled with perfection. It lay with eyes closed, full lips slightly parted.

"Go on girl, be quick about it." The growl was ominous and she did not wish to feel another sting to her buttocks. She straddled the face and slowly lowered her body. Once her delicate skin touched the cold, she instinctively shrank back. This time the sting came to her left cheek and stung a bit more fiercely than the first. Afraid to find out where the next strike would land, she did as she was commanded and lowered herself to the icy face. She could feel the cold pierce her soft outer folds as she pressed downward. It caused her to suck in her breath. Kitten found it stimulating and began to rub up and down, riding the icy face as if it was flesh and blood. She leaned over and steadied herself with her palms resting on either side of the torso as her lower body moved faster upon the cold face. Her thighs spread themselves wider. The juncture between her thighs was numb with cold. A low moan left her lips as she tried to shove herself down onto the cold, resisting face.

"Now mount him," the voice commanded. This time it was a whisper in her ear. It startled her because it was so close to her. Her head swiveled and met two glowing orbs. It was as if she melted into their depths. It felt as if a fire, which had been banked in the pit of her belly, flared to life, intent on now consuming her. As though in trance, her own eyes heated with lust and need, she slithered around until she could straddle the icy hips. Once more her eyes sought out the orbs and they grew wide as her mind registered what she was seeing... a dragon.. not any mere dragon.. this was Master Frost, of that she was sure.

"Take him inside your heat, girl."

With her eyes still glued to his, kitten lifted her hips. Her own internal heat was growing as was her deep unsatiated need. As she felt the ungiving ice phallus begin to pierce her inner body, she paused. It was so cold and so hard.

"Do I need to help you, girl?"

Her reply was a whimper and the shake of her head. She had no wish to further feel Master Frost's displeasure. She was sure she already bore two of his marks upon her buttocks. Leaning over the frozen body, she curved her own so as to take the icy shaft deeper into her body. She was amazed to feel its curvature fit her own. The roots of cold snaked up inside her and she began to move upon it, anything to stave off the bitter cold. She rode the icy shaft and was either starting to melt it or she was beginning to relax, for her movements became easier with each stroke and once more she felt the demands of her body take over and began to ride the sculpture savagely.

One part of her mind registered a faint cracking sound but dismissed it as her climb toward oblivion grew. Faster, deeper, over and over, nothing else existed except the need to satisfy the hunger that now consumed her. So close and yet unreachable, she worked harder and whimpered when it would not come. Once more she heard the faint sound of cracking ice then gasped as she felt the wet cold penetrate the tight hole between her still stinging buttocks. It was relentless. Each time she pushed back and down, the cold went further inside her bowels. It was painful because of the cold, her muscles there tightened and it was all she could do to will herself to relax.

Maybe it was the wetness from the ice or maybe it was pure animal instinct for satisfaction that had taken over, but she drove herself onward, impaled completely on ice. She sat upright and ground her hips down on both, her hands cupping her own breasts, squeezing, pinching and rolling. Her fingertips latched onto her hardened nipples, tugging them outward from her body. Her eyes sought out Master Frost's. Her body quivered uncontrollably as she rocked and bucked on the man of ice. She could hear his voice in her mind.... "Come to me, girl. Let fire meet ice..."

When kitten was alert and aware again, she found herself stretched out on the stone altar and a warm tongue was delving between her lower lips. Unconsciously her hips moved in time with the tongue. Her thighs spread themselves wider, inviting a deeper penetration. She felt warm muscled legs slip under hers then the penetrating warmth of a man filling her inner being. She gasped as the chain around her neck was pulled slowly forward, causing her to sit up and therefore being penetrated all that much deeper. Her fingers dug into the tops of his shoulders as her hips surged upward then down, adjusting to this new position. He wrapped the chain around his hand, drawing her closer until her lips met his and opened beneath his onslaught of passion. As his tongue pierced the depth of her honeyed mouth, his shaft pierced the very depth of her body. Her orgasm built upon itself, the pressure becoming so painfully unbearable.

""Please, Master," her lips broke free of his to whisper in his ear.

"Yes, my sweet kitten?"

"Please may I bring us both pleasure?"

He freed his hands and gripped her hips as he maneuvered her body on his hardness. "Lie back."

He lowered her onto the hard surface of the altar. He took one of her legs, kissing the inside of her thigh before he lifted it to his shoulder. He repeated the same action with her other leg as well. He leaned over her, raising her hips high in the air, thrusting himself in and out of her warmth, reveling in her softness... her heat... her grip, as it begged him to claim her as deeply as he could. His arms wrapped around her waist, his legs braced themselves as he plunged one last time as deeply as he could go inside her before he allowed them both the pleasure of release.

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