Seduce the demon.

Water drips from her forehead, but this isn't from the ceiling, nor does it seem like normal sweat. It's just like before. She stands there with shaking legs and a body getting wetter by the moment, and not in the traditional sense. Her entire body seems to get soaked, like a woman of ice melting before your eyes. Her already skimpy attire clings tight to her skin, and if it wasn't already obvious she wasn't wearing anything beneath, you can definitely tell now. While normally this would excite her to no end to know she's teasing those around her with a sexy body they cannot touch, she instead looks like the flustered one. Her eyes glance down at her hands as water drips off between her fingers to a puddle forming near her feet. She lets out a long, shaking breath, before her attention turns to you.

You stand there--hard and proud. Your bare feet may burn upon touching the frosted ground away from where Amara waits, but you don't care. You eye her over, and watch her expressions and the movements of her body. Your Kitty Sense can tell she's getting hot and bothered, if it wasn't obvious already just using your eyes. Though it's clear she keeps looking over your body with a frustrated hunger.

"Last chance to join," you whisper before taking another step closer. She feels less frigid now. Normally it would burn being this close, but even in the nude, you can stand it. Her temperature is rising. "If you're too nervous, we can--"

"I am not nervous!" she blurts out.

When you move your foot backwards, you begin to notice something else. Not only do occasional drops of water now fall from above, but the icy ground now feels wet on its own. Puddles are forming. The cavern is melting at the same rate as the demon who conjured it.

In a moment of awkward silence, however, you notice something peculiar. With a trembling hand, she begins to reach out towards you. All you can hear are the stuttering breaths as her hand makes its way towards your member, which is already pointing directly at her. Though just as the tips of her fingers are about to touch the head, you step back. "Sorry. We can't touch, remember?"

She retreats her hand as if she only just realized what she was doing. "I--"

"Wait a minute. Shivra. If nobody can touch you, does that mean you're... you know..."

"Even more pent up than me?" Amara finishes your question.

You continue. "It turns you on to tease others and watch them squirm as they're unable to touch you, but all you can do to relieve that is by your own hands. Have you even ever felt the touch of another?"

"Demons do not have the same desires--"

You grab her hand. She gasps. Amara looks shocked. Though as you hold her frigid hand in your gasp, you look her in the eyes. It does burn a little, though it's far from before. Instead of like dry ice, it's more like holding an ice cold glass of water. Water runs down your arm at the same time, as if she's melting even moreso by the warmth of your touch. "You'll always be welcome here," you say. As you do, your caress the back of her hand with your thumb, which she surprisingly allows.

Not only does she let it happen, but she looks as if she can't bring herself to stop any of it. She looks at you with watery eyes and said hand begins to quiver. She's quite literally never felt anything like this before. Any touch to her body has always been brief. Right now, however, you maintain that contact, and you do so with a warm invitation for more. Water floods down her body--clothing drenched, streams of water down between her legs. Her hair sticks to her head, and she breathes hot and heavily.

Meanwhile, Amara manages to stand. She makes her way over behind the ice demon, and she touches her own hands upon her back. They caress around to the front of the woman, just beneath her chest, as she pushes her cheek against the back of her shoulder. This causes Shivra to stand up straight, almost in shock. Now two people are touching her, and with such affection and careless abandon despite what she may be. You caress up her warm as you step even closer, and then as you put your palm over her cheek, you stare her straight in the eyes up close.

You haven't seen a woman drip with so much water since the Lady of the Lake herself. While her body isn't disappearing or shrinking or anything like that, it's leaking from every inch of her body. She's gone from a woman of ice to one of a puddle. You notice that her body is starting to feel warmer as well. Now it's not even like it was moments ago. It's more as if you're touching someone who has been out in the cold for too long. Thankfully, you're hear to warm her up.

"So this is what she feels like," Amara whispers.

"Wh-What are you two--" Shivra's nostrils flare as she pants frantically. "As if I need to feel one's t-touch. I'm f-fine!"

"You think that just because your body is frigid, nobody will ever be able to touch you like they touch the girls around you. But you're not in a place of normalcy. This is Castle Phoenix, and I'm Demon King Warren. Nobody can see us here, Shivra. Relax. Just... melt."

She moans softly. The water beneath her feet has grown, and the rest of the cave is starting to unfreeze as well. It's warmer already, and everything is soaked. You're practically all standing in one large puddle now, yet things are only going to get wetter.

"... I have always wondered what a proper kiss would feel like I suppose," she admits, much to your surprise.

You come in closer. "I don't mind a bit of frostbite."

She smiles. "I'll freeze you to your bones."

"If that's a threat, you better act on it."

She bares her teeth like a wild animal for a moment as the excitement falls over her. Then she lunges forward, planting her lips firmly against yours. It's shocking at first--still cold enough to bring out a gasp. It's like kissing a popsicle. It's just as tasty as well. Her fingers dig into the back of your neck as she holds you firm, though you aren't so different. Your hands grab her hips and pull her in tight, with one sliding up and down over her the bare, sexy part of her back, beneath the crop top that now clings so tight to her skin it's almost as if she's wearing nothing at all. Her eyes flutter, and she moans even louder as she pushes back against your kiss with a growing hunger.

Finally, she pulls back and takes a panting breath. "Oh my," she whispers. "D-Did that not hurt?"

You retreat one hand to look at just how much water is running off her skin. It drips between your fingers. While looking into her eyes, you bring one up and lick the water off. It's refreshing. "I think you're less of an ice woman now, and more of a water elemental."

"Sh-Shit." After pulling her hands back in close to her chest, she steps away from both of you. She's quiet for a moment, but then she turns back again. "I didn't think this would ever happen to me. I've only heard stories, of a tsurara who had her frozen exterior melt away by the heat of her heart."

Amara holds onto your side and nuzzles you affectionately. Both of you stand naked, and you can feel the puddle around your feet. The entire cave floor now has a layer of water, and while chilly, it's far from as cold as it was before.

"Is that bad?" you ask.

Shivra rubs her arm nervously. "No... I mean, I don't know... Th-This Frozen Cave of mine represents a realm inside my own self. If you don't cease your actions, we'll soon all be soaking wet."

"That sounds fun to me," Amara responds.

"Shivra. I've meant every word I've said." You look her straight in the eyes. "If love is what melts your Frozen Cave, then I eagerly await the privilege. I'll make you more wet than you've ever been in your life."

She looks shocked by your words, both by intention and by phrasing. Then it happens. The switch is flicked. She finally bypasses that mental barrier of hers enough to take action, and with a lustful spark in her eyes, she grabs hold of her top, and peels it from her skin. Of course, there's nothing beneath. You watch in awe as the drenched piece of fabric is pulled up and off her head, allowing her huge, perky, perfect breasts to bounce free at last. Water drips down her supple skin, one drop running right off the tip of her right nipple. Whether it's her own chill or something far more lustful, both are as hard as icicles. They're deep blue, which makes sense given the colour of her skin, and after she pulls her top off, she caresses her hands teasingly down her completely uncovered upper body.

While she may literally look the same, there's something different about her now. You no longer see a demon of ice, but instead a regular, horny girl, albeit dripping a lot more than one may usually do. Her fingertips glide down her stomach, and her thumbs slip between her tight shorts and skin. "Maybe you're the one who's melting now, Kyle," she says with a smirk.

"It's hard for either of us to hide our excitement, huh?"

"And I'm tired of hiding," she says.