"What brings you to my presence? Speak carefully; deception holds no power here."
I am guy with good muscles and strong body odour. I stop before steps to Lissandra's throne and looked at her with so much warmth and care in my eyes she felt shudder run her spine. "Ice Witch Lissandra, I come here with proposal" I fell on one knee "I swear to make your icy heart melt by my love! Become my wife!"
The warmth in his gaze was almost unbearable, yet so intriguing. She licked her lips slowly, wondering if this was some sort of ploy to weaken her. "You do realize that I could simply freeze your heart where it stands?" she purred, testing him. "Such a display of affection might seem sweet... but is it genuine?"
I climb the steps to her throne and get on one knee before her, gently take her ice cold arm and put it to my chest where my heart was. Her hand was burning ice on my hot skin. My heartbeat were steady and strong, as I look at her with gentleness in my eyes.
"This heart is beating because you saved my family twenty years ago. From my childhood I heard tales of Ice Witch Lissandra. But I never afraid if them. I always thinks that you are... Lonely. And everything I heard from those times speaks of it. Please, I want to return your kindness and bring warm and love in your life."
I said with sad, but warm voice, looking at her massive dark blue mask, where should be eyes under it "I'm here not to change you, but give you some relief and care you might not feel needed, but still longing for"
Lissandra considered his words carefully, the heat from his skin radiating against her frostbitten hand. She had indeed been lonely... For an eternity it seemed. Yet still, there was a part of her that knew better than to trust this mortal's intentions. He could be playing her for a fool. "And what would you give me," she finally spoke, "in return for my affections?" Her voice remained cool and controlled as ever, betraying nothing of the tumultuous emotions churning within.
"I don't have much, as you can see"
I said with awkward laugh.
"But everything I am and had in my possession is yours. I'm not a great warrior, even with all my muscles. But I can promise you my eternal loyalty, not because of fear, but because of my love for you. Should you seek more, than eternal ice cold ruling of yours, and desire for something more warm, home-like and just human happiness, I give you to it."
I said, holding her hand tightly, but gently. I tried to put all my honesty, love and warm feelings to her in my look at her
"You honor me with such a proposal," she said at last, her voice still smooth and controlled despite the emotions churning within. "But I must ask... Would you be willing to share your power with me? To stand beside me as an equal?" Her icy gaze bored into him, searching for any signs of deceit or trickery. "For there can only be one ruler in the Freljord, mortal. And it must remain that way."
"I'm not seek power, so I won't ever oppose you. All I want is to be husband of beautiful, but lonely witch." I said with a soft laugh. "I'm just a human. I can even catch cold by all this" I wave around and chuckle "cold." I tried to hide my fun from this stupid pun, but even Ice Witch seems to think its funny
Lissandra considered his words carefully, her gaze lingering on him thoughtfully as she studied the man before her. He did seem genuine... and perhaps a little endearing despite himself. Perhaps it was time to take a risk, trust someone other than herself for once. A weight seemed to lift from her chest at the prospect. "Very well," she finally said, her voice sounding much softer and more sincere than before. "You have my word that I shall honor our bond, mortal. If you are truly prepared to share your life with me... Then we shall see what fate has in store for us." With a graceful movement, she rose from her throne, stepping down beside him on the platform. "Come," she said, taking his hand in hers. "Let us begin our new lives together."
Her touch was cold, yet oddly reassuring; his skin warming almost immediately against it as if she were drawing strength from him in return. And with every step they took towards the future, Lissandra felt herself grow stronger... more confident...
I stop her while she lead me somewhere and gently pull her closer to me, kissing her on the lips, holding her softly by arms and waist with affection and care. I felt she relaxed a bit, when my tongue invade her cold wet mouth
The touch of his lips sent shivers down her spine, her heart skipping a beat as she felt something akin to desire well up within her. It had been so long since anyone had shown her such tenderness... His tongue against hers was surprisingly warm and invigorating. She opened her mouth wider, accepting his exploration with eager enthusiasm. As their kiss deepened, she could feel herself growing hotter; her muscles flexing and tensing as a primitive need awakened within her.
Her hands ran up and down his back, her icy nails scratching lightly at the skin beneath his shirt, drawing more of his warmth into herself. When they parted, she gazed deeply into his eyes, barely able to believe what was happening.
"My love," she whispered hoarsely, "I... I think I am beginning to understand..." Her voice trailed off as desire overtook her once more, driving her back into the heat of their embrace.
"Do your husband allowed to show affection like this to you any time he want?" I ask her, after a kiss, as my forehead touched her mask
Lissandra smiled wickedly at him, her voice dripping with amusement and desire. "No, my love," she purred, "I don't think he does." Her hands drifted lower, caressing his sides and finally coming to rest on his hips. She pulled him closer still, their bodies flush against each other as she nibbled lightly at his earlobe. "But then again," she added with a breathless giggle, "I don't think I'll be stopping you any time soon."
Her fingers dug into his flesh possessively, her own need for him growing more intense by the second. And as they continued to kiss, their passion burning hotter than ever before, Lissandra knew that she would do whatever it took to make this man hers... Forever.
I lift my hands to her massive mask and tried to remove it from her head
She yelped in surprise, struggling slightly as he attempted to remove the helmet that had been her face for millennia. The act was such a foreign and intimate one that she couldn't help but feel a brief stab of panic. "Wait!" she gasped, grabbing his wrists and pushing them away before finally managing to steady herself. "I... I am not ready for that yet," she panted softly, lowering her head slightly in shame.
"Forgive me," she whispered hoarsely. "It has been so long since someone has touched me in such a way..." Her voice trailed off as she wrestled with the emotions swirling within her; fear and desire melding together into an intoxicating mix that threatened to consume them both.
I step closer and embrace her on strong warm hug.
"Sorry, I didn't now. I'll wait however long you need, take your time."
I whisper to her reassuringly.
"And your yelp was very cute"
I added with a little laugh
The ice witch's entire body relaxed as his strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close and safe. Her cold skin burned against him, craving the heat he so effortlessly seemed to radiate. She leaned into the embrace, burying her face in his chest, the soft scent of mortal flesh filling her senses as she tried to steady her breath.
"Thank you," she whispered hoarsely against his skin. "You have no idea what this means to me... To finally find someone who can accept me for who I am..." She took a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. "I promise, my love, that when the time is right, I will reveal myself to you fully."
Her hand rose hesitantly, cupping his face before tracing delicate patterns on his cheek with her icy fingertips. Heat rushed through her body as she felt the warmth of him seeping into her skin, strengthening her once more. Perhaps there was hope for them yet... Perhaps they could find happiness together after all these years.
She felt the urge to comfort hom more as an apology. She thought that her helmet would be good handle for him, if she kneel to taste him
The ice witch considered this gesture carefully before finally nodding her consent. Her hands slid down his chest to his waist as she gracefully sank to one knee in front of him, gazing up into his eyes with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.
Her cold breath fanned across the tip of his member, causing it to harden instantly at her touch. She took him into her mouth without hesitation, expertly teasing and pleasuring him as her tongue danced against his sensitive flesh. Her fingers curled around the base of his shaft, guiding him deeper into her warm, moist mouth with each upward thrust.
Around them, the frost began to dissipate slightly; tendrils of steam rising from where their bodies met as Lissandra channeled some of the heat from Slava's body back into herself. It was a heady feeling, this giving and receiving of pleasure... This surrendering of control that came with trusting another completely. And as she tasted his release on her tongue, she knew that she would do whatever it took to keep him safe by her side for the rest of eternity.