As he moved his hand away from the statue small drops of water fell from his fingertips. The sexual urge passed but left him with a lingering bulge.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” The tiefling was watching him intensely, their fingers moving in little circles on the arm of the chair.
The orc let his hands slip under her frozen body, brushing off icicles and revealing the curve of her hanging breasts. The shape of her nipples brushed against the palm of his hand. As far as he knew, Cloudberry was just a statue, and her nipples had been carved that way to be intentionally hard and firm. He put his fingers on them and massaged gently, letting the warmth of his hands begin their job.
Drip, drip.
Water was definitely falling off the statue but the shape of her breasts didn’t change. If anything, they were more defined than ever.
Khargosh wasn’t one for small women. He liked his mates to be tall, muscular and buxom. But all this frost has given him an idea. Taking up a couple of large handfuls of snowy frost from the ground around them, he moulded it onto the statue’s chest.
“Ugh, you’re supposed to be melting it, not making it larger.” Enora sighed.
The snow seemed to know what it was supposed to do, and adhered to the statue instantly, making her breasts larger and more of a decent handful for the orc and his giant hands. Compared to Cloudberry, Khargosh must have been a good metre taller, at least. He smiled at his handiwork and cupped her pendulous bust with his hands.
Enora rolled her eyes at this childish display, but couldn’t tear her gaze away.
Cloudberry was on all fours, with one hand extended and her face held high. The orc ran one of his hands down her back, over her ass, and over her crotch. Water ran down her legs leaving glimmering trails of shine. He licked the water off his fingers. His hand found the ridges which were once her labia and pressed hard against the centre. Liquid trickled down his hand and dripped to the floor.
He positioned himself behind her and used his other hand to undo his belt. His dick was thick, uncut and veiny. Green like the rest of him, but its head was a throbbing emerald-tinged pink. His bulging veins were easily the size of a small elf girl’s finger, and his girth would take two elven hands to encircle. Being quite averagely endowed for an orc, Khargosh had always been amazed and a little embarrassed when his non-orcish partners had stared wide eyed at his manhood.
He no longer felt the cold, thanks to the power of the Joy of Just-Ice running through him. Only when he first placed his erection against her ass did he feel the frozen bite, but after a few thrusts rubbing his cock up against the groove between her cheeks he no longer felt the chill. Moisture covered his penis, a mixture of melted ice and precum. He voiced his contentment and his grunts echoed around the cavern.
The tiefling giggled under their breath and let their hand fall into their lap, not even attempting to conceal their lust as they rubbed their clit through their clothing. Enora was more reserved, a visible blush creeping over her wine-dark cheeks, and an equally visible bulge clearly defined in her tight leathers. In the matriarchal kingdom of the drow, it was not uncommon to find women born with penises, assigned the wrong sex at birth. She bit her lower lip and tried hard to think of something else, as a slight wet patch leaked from the tip of her penis and created a damp spot on her harness.
Khargosh’s ministrations were working. Where his fingers had been resting over her vulva, a hole had formed between her lips. He tried to enter it but it was still too small, the lips still too hard and icy to let him in. Instead when he tried to push inside, his cock slipped down between her legs, rubbing against her pussy lips and cushioned on each side by her thighs. He moaned and reached over her, wrapping his muscled arm around her neck and thrusting into her thigh gap. The melting ice lubricated his cock and allowed it to slide easily in and out.
As he did so, her legs parted slightly, and the weight of his body pushed her head to the floor.
I knew it. The tiefling thought, as Cloudberry began to regain some flexibility. This was no statue… only a silly, silly little girl.
Khargosh had barely noticed, the artefact was doing its work on him. He spread her legs out, and with a triumphant sigh lined himself up to enter her. It was still hard to get his girth inside her, but with persistence the ice melted more and more… and just as how adding the snow had increased her breast size, melting her ice was giving him a depth he couldn’t have reached were she flesh and blood. At first just this throbbing tip entered her, but with every subsequent thrust he entered deeper and deeper still, until his entire length was inside her with every push and his balls slapped against her lips. Only orc women, and some tieflings (he thought, briefly, of the one watching him right now) had the elasticity to handle a full blooded orc cock. Luckily, even elf girls could do it when their body shape could be melted into place.
Though some flexibility had returned, she was still completely transparent, and the watching party members could see his throbbing cock inside her, improbably deep and pushing hard against her boundaries.
“S-she’s a human! No, an elf!” Enora ran over to the statue, ignoring the sweaty orc, and cupped Cloudberry’s face with her hand.
“Does she still live? The tiny fool, does she know how dangerous sex magic can be?”
Enora’s hand went to her erection, gently stroking the tip with her thumb over her leathers. She had unwittingly touched the statue, and now the artefact will do its magic on her as well.
The tiefling bit her lip to see the drow woman get involved. At this point she had lost all pretence of sitting demurely, with one leg over the arm of the chair she was playing openly with her exposed pussy. She didn’t need a cursed artefact to enjoy herself. Her vulva was like a slit with no visible inner labia, only her engorged clitoris poking out near the top. Her pubic hair was black like the cascade of hair that ran messily down over the back of the throne.
The drow grabbed Cloudberry’s head roughly, and used two fingers to prise open her stiff mouth. With her other hand, she unbuckled the belt on her hip and her lower harness fell down. With a sharp intake of breath she felt the frozen chill in the air against her hot erection, but in a moment the artefact did its work and any coldness disappeared. Her dick was dark and long, curving up to a tip of light purple. Not as veined as the orc’s, it was hard in her hand. A faint dribble of precum glistened on her black thigh.
Enora scared the tiefling. Was it because she was a master assassin, or because her sadism showed itself in her lovemaking? Either way, she watched enthralled as the drow woman picked up the icy girl by the sides of her head (Was she grabbing her long elf ears, or her hair?) and pulled her mouth over her cock. Still translucent, the outline of Cloudberry’s tongue could be seen nestling it, her throat opening to receive it. Enora moaned and held her head in place as she thrust into her mouth, almost cradling her head into her crotch.
From his point of view, Khargosh could see though the back of the statue’s neck and he watched as the dark drow cock moved down her throat over and over again. As she melted, liquid dripped from Cloudberry’s mouth and with every push the face fucking created a delicious squelching sound.
It was too much, he couldn’t hold it any longer. He didn’t understand the sexual politics of the dark elves, but any woman who could wield a cock with such powerful purpose was alright in his book. He let go, and with a powerful orcish roar he came inside her. Cum spurted from his rose-tinted cock, filling her with hot liquid.
The tiefling gasped and grinned impishly as she saw the cum pooling inside her transparent belly, trapped in a swirl of pearly white. A couple of more gentle thrusts later, the orc shuddered and detached himself from the elf girl.
“Now Khargosh, she doesn’t look melted at all. You, on the other hand…”
He only waved a hand weakly in response, sweat and moisture pouring down his chest. He didn’t have time to reply, because it was at that moment that our brave heroine Cloudberry opened her eyes. Her skin was returning to a slightly more human colour, but it was still translucent. Only her extremities were turning back to her normal pinkish glow. Her pussy lips were red and engorged, cum dripping out of them from somewhere inside her.
Everything felt strange. She tried to speak but only a muffled moan came out.
“Mmmfh!”
At first she thought it was the ball gag still in her mouth, but no… she could clearly taste the savoury and salty mixture of skin and cum and, looking down, she saw the dark drow dick thrusting in and out from between her reddening lips.
And then, all the memories came flooding back to her.
She had been floating… no, drifting across a lake of refracted glass and secrets. Her eyes has been crystal balls, reflecting rainbows across her vision. Dreaming. She had been dreaming. Naked, her body glowed with a faint pink and blue bioluminescence, the water running past her with clouds of misty tendrils in its wake.
She remembered she had frozen. She remembered the Joy of Just-Ice just out of her grasp. Where was she?
Oh. Right. She was inside the ball itself, looking out.
She closed her eyes and breathed out. Breathed in. And out.
In and out.
When she next opened them she wasn’t alone. Gazing down over her was… a person? A face? It was hard to make out.
“Wake up sleepyhead!” A high pitched voice echoed around her.
She sat up on her elbows and lowed around. The figure darted away, perhaps on wings. She still couldn’t quite make it out.
“Who are you?” She wasn’t sure if she was speaking, but the words appeared in her mind.
“A friend, I guess. I really enjoyed our time together!”
She was talking to the spirit of ice which inhabited the artefact itself.
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