Kaelith's powerful frame trembled with barely contained need, her face flowing rapidly between regal command and seductive hunger as snow swirled around us in delicate, frantic patterns. Her crystalline extra arms gripped me tighter, frost patterns glowing brighter across her full breasts and wide hips under the relentless temperature play.
The polar goddess fought valiantly to maintain her proud front even as her thick thighs pressed together, slick with melting frost that betrayed her growing wetness. Her rough tongue brushed desperately against mine during another fluid transition, tasting of crisp winter berries and raw, icy desperation. In her mind, fragmented thoughts swirled like her own blizzards:
'This heat... this impossible...ahhh..... I must not yield... but....the ache between my thighs grows unbearable....ah~'
