End: Killer Frost

The door creaked open. The temperature of the room dropped perceptibly—but the air went still. Gooseflesh crawled up the bound elf-woman's arms and legs as she realized how unnatural that was. This wasn't air conditioning, or opening up a freezer door...this was something else. Something that sucked the heat out of the room as it stepped into it.

The violet eyes looked that something up and down.

Her exposed skin was pale blue, from the toned legs that were bare above her black combat boots to the flat midriff and the delicate-looking neck and the slender, oval face. Pure white hair, fine as cornsilk, fell down over one eye in a long bang, the sides of her head shaved close. The costume, what there was of it, consisted of tight-fitting blue pants cut off below the knee, some kind of military-style belt cinched it tight around her thin, waspish waist, and for a top she wore some kind of tactical vest, dark blue and closely-fitted, with no hint of a bra beneath. Fingerless gloves covered her forearms, and at the sight of Lois a cold smile turned up those blue lips, and made the blue eye flash.

A name came to Lois. Something from the files she had read on superheroes and supervillains, and those metahumans that flitted back and forth between the two. Killer Frost—the heat vampire.

The blue woman strode forward cautiously, a shiver of anticipation in each step. The reporter saw her own breath begin to frost in the air before her, but Killer Frost walked as easily as if she was outside in the summer, no discomfort at all.

A slightly purple tongue slid out of the woman's mouth as she gazed admiringly at Lois Lane's figure. With deliberation, the metahuman woman unzipped her vest and shucked out of it, hanging it on a hook by the wall. The reporter stared at the pale blue breasts, a modest C-cup if she was to judge, the little nipples a paler blue than she would have imagined.

Lois shook herself out of watching her and tried to talk. Her tongue pressed against the gag in her mouth, she writhed in her bonds, shaking her tits even further out of the ill-fitting metal bra, the bits of silk about her pussy sashaying like curtains. Killer Frost's eyes grew wide and her smile widened at this frantic display.

"So, Princess," Killer Frost said, her voice betraying her excitement. "You have fallen into the clutches of the Snow Elves! I will show you what we think of our soft woodland kin...and the penalty for trespassing in our lands!"

Lois stopped, and her eyes drooped as she realized that the gigantic blue nerd before her had taken her muffled entreaties as part of the act put on by a cosplaying prostitute.

Blue fingertips reached out and touched the flaming brazier. The flames died down noticeably, and frosty spikes of ice grew on the blue woman's ears, in imitation of Lois Lane's own pointed tips.

The woman unlaced her boots and pulled them off her feet. The pants came next...and Lois felt strangely overdressed as the woman stood before her, perfectly naked. There was no white fuzz on that smooth blue labia, the cunny little more than a crease in the plump mound.

Killer Frost thrust her hand into the brazier, and the flame died. A misty whiteness thickened around the thin blue hips...something seemed to push out from inside that blue labia, which split to reveal the smooth, clear rod of ice that grew out from it, wuickly joined by the icy belt that held the phallus jutting out like the abominable snowman's own strap-on.

The elf reporter's only relief was that it was at least reasonably sized, the gently curved tip only about six inches from the base.

The blue woman dropped to her knees before Lois. Her hands reached out...and then hesitated. The lips flipped through several emotions, the blue fingers held back from the soft, round pale breasts of the bound elf-woman with their hard nipples. Lois knew she was completely at her client's mercy, and yet Killer Frost seemed oddly hesitant.

"Let me...get this bra off first. Um, elf-slut," Killer Frost said with an almost apologetic smile. Her hands reached around behind the reporter's back, oddly careful to avoid casual skin contact, and Lois realized, belated, what it was.

Killer Frost had never been with a woman before. She'd come her to have her first lesbian experience with a prostitute. A sexy, big-titted dark-haired elf in bondage.

Well, that's one way to check off several items on the bucket list at once, the reporter thought as Killer Frost found the catch, and Lois' metal bra came free. The blue woman set it carefully aside, and then admired the round orbs of the reporter's augmented breasts.

"These are magnificent," the blue woman said. "Damn, this reminds me of all those girls that hit puberty before I did. I bet you were a D-cup in ninth grade...uh, I mean, you wood-elf sluts surely have magnificent mammaries..."

Lois rolled her eyes theatrically...and then she gasped through the gag as the cold hands gripped and squeezed her elf-tits. The nipples, already erect, became stiff. The reporter shivered as the cold, soft flesh needed her teats and teased her nipples. She shook in her bonds, her heart beat faster as she felt her body heat slowly sucked out through her bountiful boobs.

"Damn. I've dreamed of elf-boobs like this..." Killer Frost said, utterly lost in playing with the reporter's boobs like an adolescent young man jerking it to World of Warcraft pornography. "They're so much bigger and softer than mine...and warmer..."

The blue head lowered to the reporter's right tit, and Lois had to bite back a scream as those cold lips sucked a mouthful of flesh into her mouth. Lois felt like she had just stuck her breast into the freezer, except the cold tongue that slobbered over her stiff nipple was like nothing in her experience.

Emboldened as the reporter shivered and writhed in her bonds, a blue hand dipped down between Lois' legs...

Killer Frost had no experience with women...but being a woman herself, Lois was glad that she didn't just try to jam her fingers inside the bare slit like some hormonal teenager. No, the cold blue fingers rubbed the reporter's now-hairless elf pussy back and forth. Heat flooded the reporter's nether regions unnaturally, yet at the point of contact with those fingers Lois Lane's dripping twat felt icy, even as the bleu woman fathered the plentiful lubricant onto her fingers and rubbed it on the ice-cock that jutted forth from her hips.

The lips let the reporter's breast go, a dark circle like a hickey or frostbite around the nipple, and Lois noticed a slight purple flush to the cheeks, the breasts rising and falling as Killer Frost breathed deeper.

"I think...I think you're wet enough..."

It was an awkward position. Cold blue hands gripped and lifted Lois Lane's ass, so that that icy prick could slide into the hot pink pussy. The reporter's knees were pressed against her shoulders, ankles rubbed against the velvet-lined ankle manacles. She was the big-titted elf princess, utterly unable to fight back as the spike of cold thrust into her sensitive pussy...and Killer Frost panted, pressed her body against Lois' own, her cold kisses aimed at the reporter's neck and face.

"Y-ymir!" Killer Frost moaned as she flexed her buttocks, to send the ice-dick deep into Lois, and feel it press back against her own clit and inside her own pussy. "You're so hot!"

I'm fucking freezing, Lois thought...but she knew what the metahuman meant. The ice vampire was drinking the reporter's body heat, the process apparently almost as erogenous as the base of the ice-strap-on that ground against Killer Frost's little blue clit. Yet there was nothing Lois could do...bound as she was, she couldn't even encourage Killer Frost to cum faster...

Or can I? Lois thought.

Decades of sexual experience came into play as Lois Lane began to writhe and moan against her cold lover. She couldn't talk dirty or kiss her...but Lois could flex her spine and moan like a slut in heat, press her breasts forward, strive to match Killer Frost's thrusts...and very soon they were lost in a rhythm of their own, the blue woman in elf-heaven as she slammed her frozen strap-on in and out of the reporter's cunt, which felt numb and sore after a few minutes.

Soon, Lois began to shake and shiver...she remembered once as a young woman she had a cabin out in the woods, miles from civilization, and it had snowed in the night. She had gone outside dressed only in a hat and boots, and rubbed a handful of powdery snow against her slit, just to see what it was like...and then she had dropped down and made a snow-angle, cold and exhilarated at the same time, wondering if she was going to die from hypothermia...

"Ah...ah...aaagh!" Killer Frost cried out and gripped Lois so hard that the reporter heard an audible crack as the frozen phallus broke off inside her body. Hugging onto the reporter, the blue woman's hands fumbled behind the reporter's head...

...and the gag came free.

"A kiss, noble elf maiden, for the one who has melted my heart..."

That cold tongue invaded the reporter's mouth...and Lois felt herself return the kiss, accept it, her cold lips closing down to suck on that tongue...and finally, when Killer Frost drew back, Lois could speak.

"Muh num es Loith Lane. Um ah repohtah foh thuh Daithly Planeth..." the reporter said, her tongue obstinately numb.

Killer Frost got the idea.

It was dawn as the Justice League finished rescuing all of the sex workers that Blaze had transformed. The demon herself had not gone down without a fight. The naked Lois Lane shivered in blanket she'd borrowed, sipped a hot coffee. She wanted a warm bath and sleep...idly, she reached up to scratch one long, pointed ear. Being an elf was something she was going to have to go used to.

A small cough came from behind her. The reporter turned and sat up straighter as Killer Frost strode up to her.

"So uh...about earlier. I'm so sorry about the whole...you know..."

The reporter had thought about how to address this situation. "It wasn't ****," she said. "I agreed to...cooperate with Blaze in exchange for my freedom. While I was somewhat ****, I wasn't...unwilling."

The blue woman gave a sigh of relief...and then a sheepish grin. "I, um. Don't suppose you're seeing anyone right now? I mean, not right-right now, but maybe we could go out for dinner sometime...?"

Lois Lane stared at her...and then sighed. Killer Frost had saved her, even if it had left the reporter's pussy numb. Denying her a date would be like kicking a puppy. A cute, super-powered puppy.

"Dinner sounds nice."

The sun broke over Metropolis...pale and wan, as though cold weather was on its way. Lois Lane's night out was over.