Play with the maids.

You take a firm hold of both Nyllia's and Yin's sides, pulling them in tight against you. They giggle, and flick their dusters over your shoulders. With a smirk, you dive right in and plant your lips against the elf's, and in an instant, her tongue is already inside your mouth. She drops her cleaning instrument to the ground with a clatter, and she moans and squirms as the two of you make out with the upmost passion. Meanwhile, Yin snuggles in close and kisses your neck, and down to your chest. The burning heat of her face against your naked body feels amazing, like you're standing before the warmth of a campfire. Her tail swishes and flicks with excitement while her arms wrap around your torso.

As you push into Nyllia more aggressively, her moans get louder as she begins to grind her body against yours. Not to be outdone, Yin comes in even closer, trying to find room as well. The moment you pull from the kiss, Nyllia actually takes your chin with a finger and migrates it over to the devil adjacent. Yin's eyes spark with excitement, and before you know it, you're kissing her instead. It's like sipping a fresh cup of tea--the heat isn't too much to handle, though it's certainly far hotter than any human's body could be. Her fiery tongue lashes around yours as she whimpers and moans, already much louder than the elf beside her, and despite her being the devil, it's her who is melting like a stick of butter in your arms.

The feeling doesn't much longer, however, as something incredibly cold wafts over the three of you. It's like someone just opened the freezer. You turn your eyes over to Shivra who is now lurking beside the three of you with her arms crossed purposely beneath her bust to jiggle them up a little, grabbing your attention with a smirk. Horns rise up from her blue hair which rolls down her back like the waves of a waterfall, and her skin is pale, frozen cyan. She wears what she normally does--navy attire, much darker than her hair or skin, which consists of nothing more than thin, tight booty shorts and a crop top cut so high that her large tits are nearly falling out. If she were to raise her arms, they surely would. Her slender, succubus-like body prowls forwards as her tail wiggles out behind her.

One might see her as being disruptive, but you've come to know her better than that. Yes, she's mischievous and likes to tease people relentlessly, but she can also sometimes feel left out due to her species physiology--the irony of loving to taunt those who can't touch her, while also finding herself sad others can't touch her. Given the circumstance right now, it's likely the latter, as it would be rather depressing to watch everyone have some spicy fun while being **** to merely watch. Yin is hot to touch, but far from burning. Shivra, however, injures one's own flesh upon contact.

Despite all that, Shivra still grins. "Oh dear. Are you getting distracted by my body, Kyle? That's rather rude to the girls in your arms. How cruel." Her tail flicks like a whip.

You can already tell she's getting wet, of course not in the way of an ordinary women. Droplets of water run down her icy cheeks, and along the alluring curves of her hips and her slender stomach. As much as you'd like to keep these two maids in your arms forever, you temporarily release them, and take one step towards the ice demon. The sensation of her frosty aura is intense on your naked body, especially the tip of your dick which extends to be much closer. You dare not touch it against her right now, if you want to keep using it for the rest of the evening. However, you don't back down.

"Shivra," you whisper softly. "You don't have to stand idly by. If you'd like to join, you need only to do it."

Shivra scoffs. She doesn't say anything for a moment, perhaps because she doesn't know how to word that her true reason is her own limitations, not desires. "Then come and get me," she finally says, caressing her hands sensually up her body, to brush over the fabric of her top--nearly enough to free her breasts. She turns around, bringing her hands down to her ass. She bends over slightly, pronouncing it out as if begging for you to give her cheeks a slap. She turns an eye back and smirks. "I know you want it."

You do it regardless. With your hand fully opened, you slam your palm against the bounce of her ass. It's brief enough not to burn, and it's striking her clothing as well.

She gasps, turning quickly around. She then locks her eyes onto yours, and reaches her hands out over your shoulders.

The air over your upper half becomes incredibly frigid. Then you look down to see how close she's getting to your cock. You swallow nervously, but then you muster up the courage to stare straight back at her and say, "Pleasure," a half second before grabbing her wrists.

When the magical euphoria rushes into her body, her knees buckle, and she nearly falls. She gasps and moans, looking back at you with surprise, not because of the spell, but the fact that you're making contact with her skin. Her icy exterior melts further as water runs down her body, and her hair begins to stick to her skin.

Meanwhile, you grit your teeth through the pain, though it feels to you like her temperature is rising. Still, you're **** to let go a moment later.

Just then, Yin leaps forwards. She tackles Shivra into an embrace--not to the ground, as she's not nearly strong or heavy enough--and nuzzles her face into the demon's breast. Steam rises up from between them as hot presses against cold. You, Shivra, and Nyllia look on in shock.

"Wh-What are you doing?" Shivra asks.

Yin looks up at her. "You shouldn't have to be alone." It seems that she's wincing through the feeling, though it's definitely hurting her far less than it would a normal person. Still, she does let go eventually, now partly wet where she made contact. "Shivra... You're not as cruel as you act. You're sweet. Like a big popsicle!" With that, she moves in again and gives the demon a big lick over her cheek.

Nyllia cackles. "She is like a popsicle indeed. Perhaps we should all have a taste."

With it being redirected right back at her, Shivra shuffles nervously. She rubs her arm with her hand as she becomes wetter by the moment.

"Tsurara aside, it's actually getting pretty hot in here," you say softly. "And you're making quite the mess, Shivra."

The ice demon furls her brow. With deep blue, blushing cheeks, she wishes not to stand idly by and be teased any longer. She instead dives forward, taking hold of you, Nyllia, and Yin, as all four of you fall towards the pillows. However, you never make it. Instead, you land elsewhere.

You feel the burn of ice on your back. When you open your eyes, you see a familiar sight--a frosted cavern, quiet apart from the gentle dripping of water from stalactites above.