He knew full well that her own power was sabotaging her stamina and endurance. Still — there was no denying it — even if her inner shape was nothing particularly extraordinary in terms of tightness or texture, the sheer sensation of being wrapped in her was addictive. The cold kissed and bit at every sensitive inch of him in a way that made his scalp tingle and his balls draw tight. Using her felt obscenely good.
He gathered her tiny, trembling body against his chest. His still-iron-hard cock settled naturally between the slender vise of her thighs, nestling right against the slippery, chilled crease of her sex. He began to rock slowly, deliberately, using the silky-wet glide of her folds and inner thighs to stroke himself.
Because her skin radiated such intense cold, he didn't dare drop out of his combat-ready state — the mana-reinforced, blood-qi-heated mode that kept his core temperature sky-high and his flesh from turning to ice. Maintaining this form burned stamina like crazy, but if he relaxed even a little, the instant he breached her hymen he would have been flash-frozen into a very embarrassing statue.
Gradually, as her mind drifted in post-orgasmic haze, the output of her ice-magic began to weaken.
With each long, deliberate drag of his scorching cock along her soaked slit, the sharp edge of overstimulation dulled. Bit by bit her awareness returned. When her eyes finally focused, she saw — right between her own pale thighs — the angry-red, vein-ridged length sliding back and forth, painting glistening trails of her own arousal along its shaft.
She slapped both hands over her burning face.
Too embarrassing…!
And yet the same unshakable royal pride — the obsessive need to make her first time perfect — forced her to act. She bit down hard on her lower lip until she tasted copper, then braced one shaky hand against the wall.
"P-please… help me sit on it…"
Her voice was barely a thread of sound, but the way she struggled to rise on trembling legs told him everything. Li Ke immediately slid both hands under the small, plush curves of her ass and lifted her with ease.
"You want to ride me?" he asked, genuinely curious, voice low and rough.
She gave one tiny, mortified nod.
"…After all… I am still a queen…"
With his help she turned slowly in his arms until her back pressed to his chest. Then — shaking violently — she reached down between her legs, guided the blunt, fever-hot head to her entrance, and began to sink.
This time she didn't let him do the work.
She wanted to take him herself.
"W-welcome… to the royal family's secret garden…"
She squeezed the words out with her eyes screwed tightly shut, cheeks flaming.
The line — so absurdly formal, so painfully earnest, delivered while she was literally impaling herself on him — hit Li Ke like a sucker punch to the libido. Heat exploded low in his gut. The moment her slick, shivering walls swallowed him to the root, he locked their fingers together in a brutal grip and started thrusting up into her with short, punishing strokes.
"Wait—wait—!"
She barely got the word out before the inferno roared back to life inside her.
He fucked into her fast and deep, relentless. Each plunge dragged the ridged crown of his cock over every frozen-sensitive nerve ending, while her spasming inner walls clamped and sucked at him in retaliation, coating him in another gush of icy slick. The contrast was obscene — scalding heat against killing cold, over and over.
Her legs buckled almost immediately.
When she collapsed forward against his chest again, whimpering, Li Ke simply wrapped one arm around her narrow waist, pinned her in place, and drove upward even harder — chasing his own peak now.
The princess could no longer form words, let alone resistance.
Her eyes had gone completely vacant; pupils blown wide, unfocused. Her mind was being jackhammered into white static by pleasure so violent it bordered on terror. Every thrust lifted her higher, higher — until the drop felt endless, bottomless, like free-falling through an abyss lined with molten fire and razor frost.
And still he kept going, kept reminding her with every brutal stroke that the peak kept rising, that the fall kept getting steeper.
Finally — with a guttural groan — the black rock dragon unleashed his full, searing release.
Thick ropes of heat flooded deep inside her, pulse after scorching pulse.
The instant she felt herself being filled with liquid fire, the princess's consciousness snapped like a brittle icicle.
She went limp in his arms, utterly spent.
Only then did Li Ke register that she'd passed out.
With a rueful little huff — half fond, half exasperated — he gathered her tiny, sweat-slick body close, cradling her against his chest so she could sleep comfortably.
"Way too weak, princess…"
He pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the crown of her head, still buried to the hilt inside her fluttering, frost-kissed heat.
Under the soft glow of the moonlight, Li Ke looked down at the Princess's exquisite features and couldn't help but reach out to caress her. Her skin felt like fine silk, an addictive texture that made it impossible to pull his hand away. He found himself playfully pinching her nose and ears before leaning into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. It was an unforgettable fragrance—like a winter bloom, possessing a sharp, bracing clarity that cut through the night air.
As he held her, Li Ke finally understood the universal obsession with princesses. She was breathtakingly perfect in every detail, from the silky fall of her hair to the flawless proportions of her silhouette. She wasn't the "bountiful" type like Tsunade, Erina, or Nikumi, but she possessed a refined, delicate grace that pulled at his heartstrings.
She's a bit on the flat side, he mused, but there's still time for her to develop. With my 'help,' she could probably grow a bit more. Even if she didn't, it didn't matter. Everything about her, down to her small, elegant feet, was something he wanted to admire and play with.
He took a moment to check his status. Elsa had provided a staggering 400 Energy Points for her first time. Even if the amount dropped for future sessions, she was well on her way to gathering enough energy to return home. More importantly, he had gained 4 points of World Power.
"Four more points, and I can finally claim that ten-point reward," Li Ke thought, glancing at the "Task 2" reward. Collecting ten World Power just for a ten-point energy kick was practically a "mosquito leg" of a reward, but since he didn't have to surrender the points, he wasn't going to turn it down.
As he looked around, he noticed a few strands of hair on the floor, along with some shorter, curled ones. He gathered them up silently, but then his eyes caught something strange: tiny, crimson crystals that looked like gemstones but radiated a biting chill.
What is this?
He picked up a fragment, and his expression immediately turned complicated. It was blood—frozen solid, but saturated with a massive amount of Elsa's latent power. He looked at the sleeping girl in his arms and debated for a moment before placing the crystals back where he found them. They were clearly something Elsa herself had manifested; taking her "souvenirs" felt a bit too low-class.
I haven't even mastered my current skills yet. Trading for new abilities this soon is useless anyway. I'll just test the hair and leave it at that.
Li Ke closed his eyes. Holding the cool, refreshing Elsa, he drifted into a heavy sleep. He had a personal rule: for a girl's first time, he gave her his full attention for the day. He wouldn't touch anyone else or go running back to the Merchant to vent any leftover "fire."
While Li Ke felt a pleasant chill, Elsa had never felt a place so warm in her entire life. She instinctively curled deeper into his embrace, looking more like a fragile, adorable girl than a Queen. Soon, exhausted from an afternoon "scrimmage" with Jen and a "full-throttle match" with Elsa, Li Ke fell into a deep dream.
But... someone else was suffering from insomnia.
"You absolute bastards..."
Toph sat in the other room, hugging her knees and silently cursing the two of them into the void.
She understood that Elsa was desperate to get home—hell, Elsa was even helping pay for Toph's own energy requirements—but still! Did they have to do that kind of thing in the middle of the night?! People were trying to sleep!
And what was with those soul-stirring moans? Did they have no shame? Did they just stop caring that there was another person in the cave?!
Toph had a mountain of insults she wanted to spit out, but now that the "battle" had finally ceased, she didn't want to be the one to ruin the afterglow.
"Dammit... if only my Bending still worked!"
She kicked the stone wall in frustration and let out a helpless sigh. She was pissed—mostly because those sounds had sent her own imagination into overdrive. Because she couldn't use her Earthbending to "see" through the walls, she was left completely in the dark about the mechanics of what was happening.
She really, really wanted to see exactly how they were doing it!