The stable reeks of hay and leather, the air thick with the musk of horses and our sweat as I pin Kristoff against a wooden beam, his naked body pressed into the rough surface, his thick c**k buried deep in my p***y. My ice-blue bodice is ripped open, hanging off my shoulders, my breasts bare, n*****s hard from the chill of my magic.
I’ve bound his wrists above his head with ice tendrils, their frosty grip biting his skin, and conjured an ice gag to muffle his groans, ensuring no stablehand hears. Anna’s chambers are a short walk away, her evening routine keeping her close, and the thrill of f*****g her boyfriend so near makes my p***y drip, soaking his c**k as I ride him.
I grind down, my c**t sparking against his pelvis, and bite his chest, hard enough to leave teeth marks, tasting sa
