"Yukino!? Mmph—"
Alistair turned, shocked by her sudden presence, but he wasn't met with words. Instead, Yukino Midwinter lunged at him with the primal desperation of an animal in heat.
Her tongue was an invading serpent, crashing through Alistair's defenses and tangling with his own in a frantic exchange of saliva. They stood locked in a heated embrace for several minutes before she finally pulled back, gasping for air.
Yukino licked her lips, a predatory smile dancing on her face. Her eyes, usually cold as a mountain spring, were now burning with a terrifying, unbridled lust.
The effect of that cream was a little too strong, Alistair thought, wiping the stray saliva from his chin.
Yukino didn't waste a second. She shrugged off her coat and grabbed the hem of her wool sweater, pulling it over her head in one fluid motion. Her pale, heavy breasts, encased in black lace, spilled out before him.
She tossed the sweater aside and locked eyes with Alistair. Even with his god-like stamina, the raw intensity in her gaze made a shiver run down his spine.
Now I understand why the man who married a Snow Girl in the legends died so young, Alistair noted. White mist began to roll off her skin as her internal temperature clashed with the summer air.
THUD!
She kicked off her skirt and tackled Alistair onto the bed.
"Alistair~" she purred, her voice dripping with a sickly sweet, pathological desire. She straddled his chest, her hand gripping his chin. "Liliana told me you were a... helpful soul. So, you won't mind helping me... warm up, will you?"
She licked his cheek before her hand drifted down to his waistband.
"Of course," Alistair whispered, his voice low. "Helping a friend in need is what I do best."
He reached behind her back, his fingers expertly unhooking the clasp of her bra.
Meanwhile, in the adjacent room.
"Hachishaku, are you just going to watch? The Snow Girl is raiding your territory," Hanako teased, glancing at the giant woman.
"What else should I do? Go in and ruin the mood?" Hachishaku sighed. "I didn't think she had it in her to be this aggressive. Her state is completely unnatural."
"So, is it 'movie night' then?" Sadako asked, munching on a bag of chips while staring at the TV screen where the two were already becoming a tangle of limbs.
"Can you really watch that?" Hanako leaned her head on her hand. She didn't mind a threesome with her sisters, but Yukino was an outsider.
"I think it's pretty good," Sadako said blankly.
"I'm going to check Yukino's apartment," Hachishaku said, standing up. "Something triggered this. Yukino isn't the type to throw away her dignity like this."
Back in the bedroom, Alistair had his head buried in Yukino's chest, his tongue swirling around a stiff, pink nipple.
"Ah~ mmm~" Yukino arched her back, her skin flushing a deep rose. Her hand had been busy with Alistair's "Main Battery" for a while now, and the sensation of that lava-hot, iron-hard pillar was driving her mad.
She pushed herself up, her breasts glistening with spit. She looked down at the massive member in her hand.
It's... it's as thick as my forearm, she thought, her eyes widening. And just as long.
The sheer scale of it was terrifying, yet she felt her body moving on its own. She positioned herself over the tip and slowly lowered her hips.
SQUELCH—
It felt like a lightning bolt snapped in her brain. The sensation of being completely filled, the slight sting of being stretched to her limit, and a tidal wave of euphoria crashed over her.
"Nngh... Hah!"
Alistair felt the internal walls of the Snow Girl clenching and sucking on him. Despite her cold exterior, her insides were molten, tight, and ribbed with countless ridges that seemed to have a life of their own, massaging every inch of his shaft.
God, I'm going to lose my soul, Alistair thought, his hands gripping her thighs through her thin black stockings.
Suddenly, Yukino leaned forward, her hands on his chest. Even though she wasn't moving her hips much, her internal muscles began to twist and ripple around him.
A primal surge hit Alistair. Wait, she's going to milk me in seconds!
A thick, hot torrent of seed erupted from the "Main Battery," pumping deep into her womb.