Much as Aylin appreciated the cushioning effect of the vines, she loved the structure provided by her ice wall so much more. Especially after she had made Caius jerk against her body so hard and enough times to strike her against it.

But of course, Ice she had conjured herself couldn't cause her to bruise and didn't chill her to the point of causing her to crave warmth and would otherwise freeze without it. Ice and the chill it came with were as comfortable to her as anything could be.

Fortunately, she could still feel and appreciate the existence of something hard against her back even if getting slammed against it over and over didn't cause her any real pain.

So essentially, it offered all the perks and none of the drawbacks.

There was another benefit to the Ice that Aylin hadn't factored into things when she conjured the wall;

It was slippery.

When Caius dropped his hands to her ass, taking nice handfuls of her supple cheeks through the material of her Lochxen Uniform skirt, he also lifted her and showed some surprise at how easily she slid up. This made some actions all the more easy to perform.

Like putting distance between their groins by sliding her up the wall and then letting her drop so she slammed against his hardening rod as they humped against one another while swapping saliva.

Caius worked his hands past the hems of Aylin's skirt and found the waistline of her leggings to pull them down. Aylin unlocked her legs from around him and assisted in getting her smooth legs out of the leggings and kicking them aside before then shivering and trembling in ways the winds of winter could never make her at how good it felt to feel Caius's hands on her legs.

And then Caius slid her up the slippery ice wall until she had her legs on his shoulder and her pussy was right in front of his face. Besides the skirt, Aylin was now scantily clad by her underwear which was already soaked through with her juices. Caius got in close, pressing his nose against the damp center and taking a long and deep whiff of Aylin's delicious scent.

"Ohhh…" Aylin trembled. She had one hand on Caius's head while her other hand was raised above her head, gripping onto the slippery ice as she pushed against it to get her crotch pressing even harder into Caius's nose.

And he absolutely reveled in the scent. His mouth watered with thirst for the taste and it was only that desire that could get him to pull his nose away. Only to replace it with his tongue.

He licked across the smooth material of Aylin's underwear, his tongue collecting the taste of her juices all the way. He even grabbed the crotch of her panties between his mouth, sucking up every drop that had soaked it.

Oh and how wonderful the taste was.

His tongue made out the outline of her pussy lips, grabbing each between his lips before making out the outline of her clit which he raked his teeth across gently.

"Oh, by Winter's wind…" Aylin groaned, "Nghhh, Caius…"

The way she said his name, her tone impacted by the throes of pleasure coursing through her, sent a thrill all through Caius's body. It made him so ravenous that getting Aylin's taste through her underwear was no longer enough.

A claw appeared on his index finger and with quick swipes, he cut right through the thin straps that held Aylin's panties at her crotch, causing the underwear to fall to the ground. Exposing her dripping snatch to his exploration.

Feeling air on her crotch, without the barrier of her underwear, caused Aylin to clench her thighs against the sides of Caius's head while locking her knees in a way that pulled him in closer.

Caius didn't keep her waiting. Frankly because he couldn't keep waiting. He hungered for her taste far too much to tease her. He ran his tongue across her pussy lips from the bottom to the top where he then flicked against the tiny nub of pleasure nerves that was her clit.

Aylin shook intensely but she knew how to transform all of that into momentum for her hips as she jerked her hips at Caius's face, thrusting her wet pussy against his mouth to encourage further exploration. With her hand on his head—her fingers in his hair—it appeared like Aylin held Caius in place while she used his mouth—or maybe more specifically, his tongue—to get herself off.

And Caius was all too happy to be used. Even if Aylin didn't have her delicious juices to sweeten the deal, to hear her moan with pleasure would be reward enough.

He'd even be content to just stay as he was but he knew Aylin could feel better. He knew he could make her feel better.

So he opened his mouth a bit wider, raking his tongue across her sensitive clit while stroking his tongue across her opening before spreading her and making his way inside her snatch. Aylin's inner muscles were quick to wrap around him but Caius was sure they had been wrapping around nothing even before his arrival.

Whatever taste he had enjoyed outside Aylin's pussy was increased threefold inside of her. Her walls were lined and dripped with her flavor. The ribbed velvety insides were a texture that was an absolute joy for Caius's tongue to slide across. And feeling even the slightest bit of change in Aylin's reaction to every one of his actions made it all the more sweet.

Her fingers sank into the ample, supple goodness of her asscheeks, taking nice contenting squeezes as he practically held on for all the intense vibrations that wracked Aylin's body as though intent on shaking him off. But he held on.

Caius's tongue stretched as deep into her snatch as it could go, mapping out zones within her to be lit up with his nimble and dedicated tongue to increase the production of her juices. And also keep up the intensity of her trembling as she so clearly worked toward a climax.

"Oh Caius," Aylin said like his name was the sweetest of honey on her lips, "Caius, it's— it's coming."

"I know, dear," Caius said, his voice somehow coming out clearly despite Aylin still feeling his tongue inside her, "Let it come."

Aylin dropped the one hand she had above her head and placed it on Caius's head so now she had a two-handed grip in his hair as she slammed her back so hard against the wall of ice that it cracked just so she could push her pussy as hard as she possibly could into Caius's mouth.

The force of the push caught Caius by surprise that his head was forced backward and it took a conscious attempt to brace himself not to get pushed too far back as he kept his tongue as active inside her as ever.

And then it came.

A powerful gust of icy wind appeared overhead, swirling hard and strong. Suddenly, there was essentially a snowstorm within the storage space. The layer of snow on the ground was now almost one foot high and Caius's legs were soon deep within the white fluff. And it was only just beginning.

As Aylin climaxed, she appeared to have lost control of her magic and it was only getting more torrential by the second. To the point where Caius was now bracing against winds that seemed intent on sending him slamming into the wall.

It was a bit of a hazard and yet, Caius didn't hate it. For one, Aylin's climax fed him so much of her juices that his deviant taste was just too sated to be bothered by a few winds.

And for another, what was a pseudo-winter wonderland holiday without some harsh weather conditions? If anything, it helped sell the fantasy and his dedication to keep his tongue working within Aylin to help her ride out her climax peaked as he simply held on.

The strong winds were nothing compared to the incessant jerks of Aylin's hips against his face pushing her pussy even harder against his mouth. And he really wouldn't have it any other way.

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