"Consider this payment," she murmured against his lips, tearing her dress with her own claws to reveal her lace panties. "Time for your cock to get nice and warm inside."
Victor was still panting as Scarlet rose over him, her lace panties already torn and discarded on the floor. Her hips aligned perfectly with his, and she didn't hesitate. With a slow, deliberate movement, she lowered herself onto him, swallowing his still-pulsing member into her icy wetness.
"Ahhh... Victor..." Scarlet moaned, her head thrown back as she settled fully onto him.
The sensation was intense. The supernatural coldness within her contrasted with the heat of the blood still coursing through Victor's veins, creating a storm of sensations that made him catch his breath. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into her pale flesh as she began to move.
