The polar explorer (Patreon)

The piercing cold followed as she managed to enter the dark cave. Flashing her torch, she checked the walls made of ice. If she didn't pay attention, she might be easily crushed by either the icicles or have a terrible fall in any of the hard water rocks. The path, fortunately, seemed safe of creatures. She sat down in a

With her free hand, she took her com and turned it down to record.

“Day 3 of the research... This is Dagi, from team B. After convincing us to play a match of curling and several attempts to mate with the expedition team, the Penguinmon's left us free to roam the place they call, not originally if I'm allowed to say, Freezeland. There were some blue Ogremon and Goburimon variants that are adapted to the cold... We got low on our food reserves, but we were able to get some Digi-Mushrooms to eat on our way here... Now, it’s deep night, and I decided to roam without my team this time...Got lost and entered a dark cave... But no Digimon there...oh, wait! I hear something.”

Dagi moved her lantern slowly toward the depths of the cave. One of the sharp shapes of ice was moving.

“So, either I'm seeing a Digimon made with ice parts or even nature is crazy here...” As she recorded that last sentence, a maw made of ice confronted her. ‘Uh, oh, good night, big boy…”

Not many words were said after that. She put her hand on his chest, which had a beautiful mane of white fur. Sliding it furter, she found something that seemed like an icicle. The hand was removed in a second due the surprise, but came back soon after. After a chilling kiss on the Digimon’s draconic head, she offered no resistance. Soon after, she was being penetrated, over and over. The cold member felt like melting in her warm insides…