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• Serving Ice Princess Luna

  March 29, 2026

  A Night of Frozen Worship: Serving Ice Princess Luna

  The aurora danced across the walls of the ice cavern as I lounged on my crystalline throne, legs lazily spread. He crawled toward me on his hands and knees, completely naked, his cock already hard and leaking against the frozen floor.

  I watched him with my piercing blue eyes, my long white hair cascading over my bare shoulders like fresh snow. Without a word, he began his devotion at my feet. His warm tongue traced every curve of my toes, sucking gently, then moved higher, licking slowly up my calves and the sensitive skin behind my knees.

  When he reached my thighs, I parted them wider and grabbed a fistful of his hair.

  “Worship your Ice Princess properly,” I whispered.

  His mouth found my slick, freezing pussy. He licked me with hungry devotion, tongue sliding between my folds, circling my swollen clit again and again. I moaned softly and rolled my hips, grinding against his face, coating his lips and chin with my icy nectar. Every time he tried to pull back for air, I held him tighter, forcing his tongue deeper inside me.

  I pulled him upward next, pressing his face between my full, pale breasts. “Suck them.” He obeyed instantly, latching onto my stiff nipples, sucking and biting while I shivered with pleasure. Then I turned, arching my back so he could bury his tongue between my ass cheeks, rimming my tight hole with desperate, filthy hunger.

  I rode his face harder until my orgasm crashed through me like a glacial storm. My thighs clamped around his head as I flooded his mouth with my cold, sweet release. He drank every drop like it was sacred.

  When I finally released him, his face glistened and his denied cock throbbed painfully. I smiled down at him, stroking his hair with one gloved finger.

  “Good boy.” “Your tongue belongs to me now.”

  He whimpered, already aching for the next command.

• Frozen Devotion

  March 20, 2026

  Frozen Devotion: A Night of Worship at the Feet of Ice Princess Luna

  I am Luna, the white-haired Ice Princess with eyes like shattered arctic skies—cold, commanding, and impossibly blue. Tonight the palace is silent except for the soft crackle of frost on marble and the ragged breathing of the man who dared to kneel before my throne.

  He crawled in on hands and knees, already stripped, cock heavy and untouched. I lounged on my glittering ice seat, legs crossed, sheer gown clinging to every curve like frozen mist. My snow-white hair spilled over bare shoulders and down my back, catching the pale blue light that pulsed from the crystals around us.

  “Prove your devotion,” I said, voice low and glacial. He pressed his lips to the arch of my foot first—warm tongue against my chilled skin, a delicious contrast that made me sigh. He kissed slowly, reverently, tracing the curve of my ankle, then up the smooth column of my calf. Each lick sent tiny shivers through me, frost blooming where his heat met my cold.

  I uncrossed my legs. He moved higher, mouth worshipping the sensitive skin behind my knee, then the inside of my thigh. When he reached the edge of my gown I gathered the fabric and lifted it, exposing the slick heat between my legs. “Taste your goddess,” I ordered.

  His tongue found my clit immediately—slow, worshipful circles that made my hips roll against his face. I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, grinding slowly, coating his lips and chin with my arousal. The chill of my body only made him lick harder, desperate to warm me with his devotion.

  I came with a soft, icy moan, thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure froze and shattered through me. When I finally released him, his face glistened, eyes glassy with need.

  “Clean me,” I whispered. He obeyed, lapping every drop until I was pristine again.

  Only then did I lean forward, trailing one frosted fingertip along his aching, denied cock. “Good boy” . “Now edge for me until the aurora fades. Your orgasms belong to winter.”

  He whimpered, already stroking under my gaze, forever bound to serve the Ice Princess.