Monster March Part 4/4 - Frozen Over (Patreon)

Monster hunters can be so cocky. That fiery overconfidence is keeping you nice and warm now, hm? I wouldn't want you to get too cold, even if you are frozen in ice. Cold skin isn't as lovely and ticklish as nice warm supple skin. My ice cavern insulates us from the freezing wind outside, see? And I have this lovely soft coat of fluffy cozy fur. And all these tentacles! If you start to shiver, I'll just wrap you up nice until you're warm again~

But... you're not doing much shivering right now, hehe.

You really thought you could just storm up through my mountains, my tundra, my glaciers, to challenge me? What, to bring back my head? My tail-tentacles? My heart? Or are you here on behalf of those stupid townsfolk who think I'm responsible for their crops dying? Ugh, they should know that thawing the ice with salt would have an effect on the soil, and even if it is a curse, it's probably some witch or fey they pissed off. I couldn't care less about them.

But you're here now, I guess. Underdressed for the occasion, I must say. Did you think confidence alone would protect you from the cold, or did you have a coat but take it off because it was too heavy? Regardless, you were powerless when I found you. Half-frozen. Now you're nearly all-frozen, hehe~! But at least you're nice and warm and safe now.

Well, your feet and armpits are nice and warm. Those are the only parts I can touch.

Yes, I can control the ice. Can't you see? I can wave my fingers and suddenly I have access to your lovely soft belly, your cute little toesies, your thighs - ripped stockings look good on you, darling, but they only make me want to tickle you more. Doesn't it feel so much worse through this lovely sheer nylon? You can't even curl your toes to protect your soles, poor thing. You're my toy, immobile and helpless, and I can tickle any of your spots that I choose.

... Aw, poor baby, of course I'll let you go eventually. You're just too much fun right now! Imagining how much you must be begging and screaming behind that frozen face really drives me wild. Mmmh, just thinking about the pleas and laughs running through your mind gets me so turned on! Maybe if I feel like it, I'll unfreeze your head and have you lick me to orgasm, that'll be fun. Your pretty mouth could use some work.

Ugh, but I should make plans to see you off. I can't keep you here forever, I'm afraid. A nice fisherman comes by here every week or so with his sled dogs; I've watched him pass by. He seems kind. When I know he'll be coming, I'll drop you off near his usual path and he'll pick you up, and take you back to town.

But he won't be here until... hmm, midday tomorrow.

We have time to play, sweetie~ Just let me know if you feel a little too chilly.