"Say it again," Akira ordered.

"Please, Master… fuck me. I need you inside me. I'm begging," she whimpered.

He grabbed a fistful of her white hair and yanked her head back, exposing the curve of her pale blue throat. The pull made her gasp.

"First things first. Kiss my boot. Show me who owns you now."

She didn't hesitate.

The proud Guardian bent forward, pressing her cold lips on the toe of his shoe. "I'm yours," she whispered between kisses. "Your slave. Your whore. Whatever you want."

Akira looked down at the Ice Succubus, who was kneeling before him. Gone was the pride and confidence she had when they had just walked in. The frost flowers on her skin had melted into cold sweat, and her once-arrogant ice-blue eyes now showed only a desperate need.

"Please," she whispered again. "Please... I need—"

"Stop," Akira cut her off.

She froze instantly, trembling.

"You don't get to beg yet," Akira said, circling her slowly. He drank in the sight of her: the way her heavy breasts heaved with each shallow breath, dark blue nipples stiff and begging for touch; the subtle quiver in her thick thighs. "First, you're going to prove you understand what just happened here. What are you?"

The Succubus's breath hitched. "I... I am yours."

"Say it properly."

Her face flushed a deeper blue shade of blue. "I am your property, Master."

[SUBMISSION SUCCESSFUL: ICE SUCCUBUS]

[ESSENCE CORE ACQUIRED]

[REWARD: +750 PP]

[PP: 470 → 1220]

[NEW ROUTE UNLOCKED: ICE SUCCUBUS BONDING PATH]

[GUARDIAN STATUS: SUBDUED - NAME PENDING]

Akira felt a rush of power flow through him. The system confirmed what he already sensed… she was completely his now.

"Ayaka," Akira called out without looking away from the kneeling succubus, watching how her lips trembled.

"Y-yes?" Ayaka stammered from across the chamber, her eyes wide with shock at what she'd just witnessed, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson that betrayed her own stirring arousal.

"Stand guard at the entrance. Make sure we're not interrupted."

"But Akira, I…"

"Now, Ayaka." His tone left no room for argument.

Ayaka hesitated for a moment, her face flushed red with different emotions: confusion, shame, and a hint of jealous hunger that made her thighs press together unconsciously.

She bit her lip, then quickly turned and headed toward the entrance of the chamber, stealing one last glance over her shoulder.

Once Ayaka was out of sight, Akira returned his full attention to the Ice Succubus.

"Now then," he said, crouching down to meet her eyes. "Let's establish something. You're not just going to be a trophy. You're going to be useful. Starting now."

"Yes, Master," she breathed, leaning toward him instinctively, her breasts brushing against his arm, sending a jolt of cold through the fabric.

He placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. "First, I'm going to take what you tried to steal from me." Then to Ai, "Essence Siphon."

[ACTIVATING: ESSENCE SIPHON]

[TARGET: SUBDUED ICE SUCCUBUS]

[BEGINNING EXTRACTION...]

The moment he activated the skill, Akira felt the flow of power, but it wasn't what he expected.

Instead of the warm, flowing energy he got from others, it felt like trying to drink frozen sludge through a straw. The essence coming from her was unnaturally cold, as if it had been stored in ice for centuries.

[WARNING: EXTRACTED ESSENCE CONTAINS EXTREME COLD]

[ABSORPTION DIFFICULTY: HIGH]

[RECOMMEND WARMING PROTOCOL]

"What the hell?" Akira muttered, his hand growing numb where it touched her shoulder.

The Ice Succubus gasped as the siphon activated, her body arching in response, back bowing like a taut string.

Instead of making her weak, it sparked something even stronger inside her. She felt a rush of arousal, and her breathing came in quick and shallow pants, causing her breasts to bounce subtly and her pussy to clench.

"Master," she whimpered, her voice breaking into moans, "it feels... it's pulling everything out… oh gods…"

Akira pulled his hand back, shaking off the numbness. This wasn't going to be as simple as he thought.

"Explain," he demanded. "Why is your essence frozen?"

She looked up at him, shame written across her beautiful face. "I... I am an Ice Succubus, Master. For centuries, I have drained the warmth from others. All that heat, all that life... it feeds me, but it doesn't stay warm. My body converts it, freezes it, stores it as cold essence."

"So you're telling me you're full of frozen power?" Akira's thumb traced her lower lip as she spoke.

"Yes, Master." She lowered her gaze. "My core... my body... it hasn't been truly warm in so long. Everything inside me is cold… my veins, my heart, even my most intimate places ache with it."

Akira processed this information quickly. The system had warned him about the cold, but he hadn't realised the extent of it.

"Show me," he said.

She hesitated. "Master?"

"I need to see what I'm working with. Open your robe completely."

With trembling hands, the Ice Succubus pulled apart what remained of her frost-covered garment, revealing her full body.

Her skin was a pale blue, smooth like polished ice, and adorned with frost patterns that glowed softly.

Her breasts were full and heavy, swaying gently with her breath, with dark blue nipples standing erect in the cold air, begging for warmth.

Her waist curved inward before flaring into wide hips and thick thighs, leading down to her pussy… bare, swollen lips glistening with cold arousal.

Akira reached out, running his hand along her inner thigh. She gasped at the contact, her body jolting as if electrocuted, but he immediately felt it: the cold wasn't surface-deep, but a deep bone-chilling cold that radiated from her core.

He moved his hand higher, and she spread her legs instinctively, wider, her thighs quivering as if her body had been waiting centuries for a touch like this, pussy clenching in open, needy pulses at the sudden rush of warmth radiating from his hand.

When his fingers brushed against her slit, he found her soaking, swollen, desperate, but the fluid was nearly freezing, like touching ice water, sending a sharp bite up his nerves.

[WARNING: INTERNAL TEMPERATURE CRITICAL]

[PENETRATION NOT ADVISED WITHOUT WARMING]

[RISK: SEVERE COLD DAMAGE, FROSTBITE, ESSENCE DRAIN REVERSAL]

"Master," she whispered. "I'm sorry. My body... my pussy... it has been cold for so long. I drain heat, but I cannot hold it. If you enter me now, you will be hurt. You will…"

"I'll freeze my cock off," Akira finished bluntly.

She nodded miserably. "Yes, Master. I need... I need your heat. Real heat. Not stolen heat, but warmth freely given. Please... I want to feel warm again."

Akira stood up, considering the situation, his cock already straining against his pants at the sight of her vulnerability.

This was a challenge, but also an opportunity. If he could warm her, truly warm her from the inside out, she would be completely dependent on him. The bond would be absolute.

"Alright," he said finally. "Then we're going to do this my way. You don't get what you want until I'm satisfied you're ready for it."

"Anything, Master," she breathed.

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