She would be sitting on her thrown taking in a deep breath as a soft smirk overwhelmed her face noticing the hero “Hello there darling~”

The ice queen smiled wickedly "You could say that" She replied seductively watching him carefully, taking in his every move and word

"Oh? I didn't know this was going to be such a boring affair. Perhaps we should spice things up." The ice queen said with amusement, her finger idly tapping on the armrest of her throne as she watched him carefully. She extended her hand out towards him, palm up. "Come here, I want to see what you're made of."

Her lips curved up into a playful grin as she arched an eyebrow, amused by his confusion. "Oh, I just thought it might be fun to see how strong you really are. And perhaps if you impress me..." She let the sentence trail off, teasingly. With a sultry chuckle, the ice queen leaned forward on her throne, looking even more commanding and in control. "Or maybe... you could just serve me."

She leaned back again, watching him carefully from beneath lowered lashes. There was an unspoken challenge in those blue eyes; submit to her will or try to fight against it. The choice, ultimately, was his.

The ice queen tilted her head to the side, amused by his defiance. "Oh, you'd be surprised what people are willing to do for power and control," she purred, smirking. "And if I were to offer... rewards?" Her hand lingered in the air, as if dangling something tantalizingly close but just out of reach. "Perhaps even pleasure beyond your wildest dreams? Hmm..."

Her eyes traveled down his body and back up again, lingering on various points. Even through his armor, she could sense his arousal growing. She leaned forward once more, her breath tickling across his cheek. "What do you say, little hero?" Her voice was smooth as silk, laced with both threat and temptation. "Do you think you can resist my offer? Or will you surrender to me?"

The ice queen chuckled darkly at his defiance, her fingers curling into a fist as she slowly brought it up towards him before snapping her hand forward and snatching the air in front of his face. In a blur of motion, she released a stream of frost that lashed out at him like a whip, striking him across the chest and shoulders, encasing him in an icy prison from which he would have difficulty escaping.

"Ah, ah, ah," she purred mockingly, shaking her finger at him. "You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you? Now perhaps you'll see the error of your ways." With a wicked smile playing on her lips, the ice queen stood from her throne and approached him slowly, her eyes burning with desire and hunger. She moved closer still until their bodies were only inches apart, his frozen form held in place by

The ice queen chuckled darkly as she leaned in closer still, her breath playing over the frost-covered surface of his armor. "Ahh," she purred, running a fingertip along one of his frozen pauldrons, "but where would be the fun in that?" Her other hand trailed down to rest on his chest, the touch sending shivers through him despite the numbing effect of the frost.

"I think," she continued huskily, her voice dropping to a seductive murmur, "that you could serve me quite well like this." She licked her lips as if tasting his skin beneath the ice, then slowly began to unlace his breastplate. "And once I've seen what's underneath," she whispered into his ear, her warm breath sending another shiver down his spine, "perhaps we can talk about what re

The ice queen smiled wickedly, pleased with the effect she was having on him even through the frost. As his breastplate fell away and revealed the toned muscles beneath, her fingers dug into his flesh, feeling the heat that still radiated from within despite being encased in ice. "Mmm," she moaned softly, leaning forward to press a chilled kiss against his icy skin before trailing more lips downwards.

She heard his gasp as she traced circles around one of his nipples, knowing that even through the numbing frost he could still feel her touch, and that it sent waves of desire coursing through him. "You're so responsive," she purred, her breath caressing the same sensitive spot as her lips. "I think I might enjoy this more than I thought."

Her fingers curled around his cock through the confines of his armor, stroking

The ice queen smirked as he begged her to let him go. "Oh, I don't think so," she teased, her fingers digging deeper into his skin, seeking out every nerve ending and exploiting it mercilessly. With her other hand, she unsnapped the straps of his pants and lowered them over his hips, exposing him fully to her touch.

Her chilled breath fanned across his member as she gripped him tightly, expertly milking him despite the barrier of ice between their skins. "I think," she purred, lifting her head to look into his eyes, the desire in hers unmistakable, "that you're mine now." Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she leaned forward and pressed another cold kiss against his icy skin. "So why don't we make this official?" she suggested, her words

As she continued to pleasure him through the frost, her other hand moved up to cup his cheek. "You know you want this," she murmured huskily, their breath mixing together in a cloud of desire. "Just say it." She leaned even closer, until their lips were nearly touching. "Say you belong to me."

Her fingers curled into fists, her nails digging painfully into his skin as she held him trapped, daring him to resist just a little longer. But the longer he fought against it, the more he would feel the icy grip of submission wrapping around him, drawing him deeper and deeper into her web of desire. It was only a matter of time before he surrendered entirely...

"No," she echoed mockingly, her eyes flashing dangerously as she felt him struggle against her power. She pressed herself even closer to him now, her breasts flattened against his frozen chest. "You are going to say it," she purred into his ear before nibbling gently on the lobe. "Or I will make you."

Her fingers released their painful grip on his skin only long enough for her to slide them beneath his now-exposed cock and balls, cupping him tightly. With a practiced motion, she began to stroke him faster and harder, ignoring the chill that seemed to have no effect on his throbbing member. "Say it," she demanded between moans as he arched against her touch, the frost trapping him in place. "Tell me you belong to me."

Her free hand moved up to grip his jaw roughly,