Ice Queen

 

Model: Malena

"Aw, baby." My boyfriend cooed, mocking me for trying to save him, or should that be her now? "I know you think the ice queen's necklace is a curse, but look at me, how is this anything but an improvement?"

The raven-haired woman shed the rich black fur to expose her pale beauty, heedless of the winter's chill. I felt a stab of jealousy at the flawless feminine beauty she presented. Part of me wished that I could have been the one to find the necklace first, despite knowing the cost.

"Please," I begged, making a last desperate effort to reach the sweet-natured boy I loved, "You don't have to be like this. So cold and cruel. We can still fix things, just come back to me."

"This," she gestured at her gorgeous form, cold fire burning in her eyes, the Queen's corruption growing stronger, "is who I was meant to be, not that soft weak boy I was. I wouldn't go back to being that loser even if I could."

 With a swift fluid motion, she caught hold of my sweater and pulled me close. Her lips met mine, soft yet insistent, and to my shock I found myself kissing back.

Something shifted within me. Feelings long suppressed flooding free as her fingers tangled in my hair. When she released me I felt myself trembling, not from fear or the cold but with thrilling excitement. 

"There, isn't that better?" My Ice Queen asked pushing me to my knees before her, "Now be a good pet and serve your Queen. You may consider me a cold-hearted bitch, but you'll soon see I'm still hot where it counts"