Cinder could feel that there was something wrong, for the temperatures were dropping steadily as he descended lower into his dark castle. The smug grin he wore only moments ago was replaced by a very serious, frowning face, and his brisk, confident strides grew cautious.
Cinder's castle wasn't a very warm building, for it was breezy and cold in some areas, but there wasn't a place that where the temperatures were so low that it felt like you stepped inside a refrigerator. Something very suspicious was going on. The black dragon was on his guard.
As he descended the last few steps, his breath beginning to steam in the cold air, he saw, to his alarm, that the door to her room, and a few feet of floor surrounding, was frozen. The grumblings that stood guard were turned into statues of ice. Their eyes darted frantically around as he approached.
The black dragon grit his teeth in annoyance. "You lot are completely useless," Cinder growled.
Their faces twitch oddly under the ice as they tried to give him a sheepish grin. Cinder snorted. He'd get to punishing them later for their incompetence. Right now he had more urgent matters to attend to.
Grabbing the handle of the doorknob, he tried to open the door. It wouldn't budge. Cursing, Cinder put more force into the door, chips of ice raining down on him due to his effort. Using his shoulder, he gave one mighty push and the door burst open. But as he came stumbling into the room, he felt his feet lose grip on the floor. With a cry of surprise, he fell to the ground with a loud thud.
"Ow!" Cinder groaned, sitting up, rubbing his sore head and back tenderly.
He looked around himself to figure out why he fell, and what he found shocked him. The floor was completely frozen. In fact, the whole room was frozen! The bed, the walls, the furniture, the curtains. There was even, for some reason, little flakes of snow drifting from the ceiling.
"Well, it's about time!" he heard someone say.
He looked at the dragoness that was the cause of all this. She was blue, tall, curvy and naked. She breathed out a small stream of ice, which formed into a perfect shape of a rose in her hand. She placed it into a vase that had others that looked very similar to the one that she just made. Smiling, she did a few more adjustments to the ice-flowers before turning to Cinder, her hands on her hips, scowling at him.
"Do you have any idea how long I've waited for you?" she said angrily, "I've been demanding all day to see you! But no, I've been stuck in this wretched room all day, which was far too hot for me! I had to make a few improvements of my own! I know your evil, but you could at least make it a little bit more hospitable for me! Need I remind you that my blood has royalty coursing through it?"
"Be grateful," Cinder mumbled, grabbing a nearby table for support and pulling himself up, "I could have thrown you into the dungeons, Cyrilix."
Cyrilix snorted a cloud of ice. "A dungeon would have been better than this lousy room," she said bitterly.
"So tell me," said Cinder calmly at first before his voice grew louder with every word he spoke, "how the hell do you have access to your powers!"
It was impossible. The necklace she wore stripped it away from her.
Cyrilix shrugged. "Dunno," she said, "I guess it must be broken or something. I can still use my powers to a certain extent. Just too bad it isn't any more broken or else I would have left a long time ago."
Cinder growled in annoyance to himself. Now he knew what was going on. He could remember that one of the many enchanted necklaces he had were faulty. The black dragon wanted it destroyed, but somehow it managed to make its way to Cyrilix. He was going to kill the minion that was in charge of handing them out. It nearly allowed one of his captives he worked so hard to capture to escape.
Pushing that thought aside, Cinder's grinned his usual smug grin. "You said that you had been waiting for me?" he said, "Are you that eager to have me sample your element."
He flexed his biceps and his hand made its way down between his legs, where he fondled his rapidly hardening penis. Cyrilix looked at him with disgust.
"Of course not!" she exclaimed, "Never in my life would I want you for that filthy reason! No, I wanted to know what you did to the rest of my comrades, especially Electra."
Cinder raised an eyebrow. "Electra?" he said, "You're concerned about her? Last when I visited her she called you a bombastic old hag. It doesn't sound that there's a very warm relationship going on between the two of you."
"So you did visit her first," said Cyrilix accusingly, "Shouldn't surprise me. You wicked always go after the weak and small. And yes, Electra and I do get into fights often, but ten spite that we do have a good relationship between us. I almost regard her as a younger sister. So, you better not have harmed her or so help me-"
"Relax!" Cinder cut in, "I was gentle. I'm fact, she allowed me to sample her element willingly, and she liked it quite a lot."
"Now," he continued, grinning again, "I'm going to offer you the same thing that I offered Electra: do this willingly and enjoy it along with me, or let me sample your element by force. Either way, I get what I want."
At that moment Cinder's cock was fully erect, pressing against the flap of his loincloth, his balls churning with seed. Cyrilix folded her arms across her breasts, squashing them together.
"Sorry," she said defiantly, "You think that you might had your luck in with Electra, but I'm a much harder nut to crack."
Cinder's grin grew wider. "O really?" he said, raising his hand.
He extended his index finger and began to flex it several times. The necklace around Cyrilix's began to glow faintly, and she felt a overwhelming sensation to walk towards Cinder. Next thing the blue dragoness knew, she was in his muscular arms. Cyrilix found herself blushing.
One large hand was squeezing her left breast while the other grouped her rear. Her boobs were larger than Electra's, but her ass was smaller. She was nearly as tall as him, and he gazed deeply at her with his poisonous green eyes.
"I believe you have no choice," Cinder whispered, his toned dripping with lust, "You're stubborn and brave. I like that. But you need to be reminded that I'm the one in charge."
Cyrilix frowned, snorting again and blasting a mist if ice in his face, but she didn't say anything. She felt his right hand move away from her rear, sliding across her skin, traveling between her legs.
"Come now," Cinder said, "I don't like it when people are unwilling. It sucks the fun out of it."
He watched her face turn even more red as he began to play with the folds of her vagina, his fingers running over her clit and her juices trickling down his hand.
"Your eager," he said, his muzzle an inch away from her's, "Why are we fighting this? You want me, I want you..."
Cinder kissed her. He expected her to flinch by his sudden movement, but to his surprise she kissed back, her tongue making his way into his mouth. After a few moments they broke apart, gasping for air. No longer was Cyrilix defiant and arrogant. Now she was grinning at him mischievously, licking her lips.
"So, you want to sample my element?" she said.
"You have no choice," said Cinder.
"Well, I guess I should make the most out of it then..."
Cyrilix's hand gripped his penis and began to stroke it, which sent jolts of bliss through Cinder's body. He stood there for a while, watching her give him a hand job, becoming increasingly aware of the cold. The black dragon began to shiver and Cyrilix noticed this.
"Cold?" she asked with a sly grin.
"I-I guess s-so," Cinder said, his teeth chattering.
"I'm not surprised," she said, "You lot are great lovers of tropical weather, understanding nothing about how true cold feel. Anyway, do you want to climb into bed? It might be warmer."
The bed was indeed warmer, but only a little though. The cold was making Cinder's skin incredibly sensitive. Cyrilix climbed on top of him, pressing her ass against his throbbing member.
"You want my element?" she whispered, raising her rear end and positioning her womanhood above his cock, "Then take it!"
He moaned loudly along with Cyrilix as he felt his cock enter her cunt. She bounced up and down, his penis sliding in and out of her vagina, covered in her juices.
"You're *Huff* big," she said, panting, "Has anyone *Huff* ever told you *Huff* so?"
"Yup," Cinder said, panting as well, fondling Cyrilix's large breasts, "Electra *Huff* did."
After several moments of intense riding, Cinder could feel his climax approaching fast.
"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum," he heard Cyrilix mutter above him.
Her bouncing began to intensify, the walls of her womanhood clenching around his member tightly. It was enough to send him over the edge. The both roared as they climax, Cinder shooting a large amount of seed into Cyrilix's wombs, so much that her belly, like Electra's, began to inflate a little.
There was that tingly sensation again, a shiver running up his spin. Cinder opened his mouth and breathed out a blue mist. Cyrilix didn't notice this. She was lying on his chest, panting, hugging his muscular frame. He had a feeling that she wanted after-sex cuddles.
Unfortunately he couldn't do that. He was freezing and had other things to do.
"See you later, hot stuff," Cinder said, giving her a quick kiss on the head.
He scooted her off and left the room, Cyrilix watching him leave with a disappointed look.
"Two down, two more to go," Cinder thought to himself, rubbing his arms to gain heat as he made his way down the hallway.
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