Look around yourself.

Getting suspicious something might be afoot, you begin glancing around to see if someone is nearby. However, it's too late. You feel a sudden rush as you're buffeted by a chilling wind, though not from the side, but rising up beneath you. In a moment, you cannot see. Everything is a blur. It reminds you of your Bunny Hop in a way, but this is something different. Then suddenly you find yourself somewhere completely different. Did we teleport?!

Still atop Amara, you look down to see you both exist in a small circle of exposed stone in a cave-like room which is otherwise completely covered in glistening ice--the walls, the floor, the ceiling. Not only is it all as beautiful as polished glass, but the ice here glows, illuminating the room with a pale blue light from all sides. While not lethal, the cold here is chilling, and it would be wise to not remain here long, especially given Amara is completely nude... unless you count a cute and kinky collar as clothing.

"Where are we?" Before you stand all the way, you offer a hand to aid Amara. You keep her close and steady, and most importantly, warm.

She holds onto you closely as she stands against you. "I do not know."

The room is small and without an exit. Above, there is no hole despite it feeling as if you were falling. There was no impact, however. You don't know how it happened, but you were magically warped into this cavern of ice, safely yet without a means of escape. That is, unless your own Bunny Hop works from here.

Just then, you see something shimmer from the farthest wall of ice. A figure steps forth, and it's unsurprisingly the only one you know to have such powers over cold. Shivra stands before you, dressed as she always does, and she looks to be back to her normal frigid self. Ice has hardened over parts of her clothing due to her body dripping with so much water earlier, but now she's once again in control. The tsurara steps slowly towards the two of you, of course unaffected by the ice against her bare feet. You're thankful you have this patch of stone to stand on, or Amara would be in even more trouble.

"What is this?" you ask. "Did you do this to us?"

"Welcome to my Frozen Cave!" she announces with the energy of a circus ringmistress. "This is the power of a true ice demon. There is no escape from a tsurara's Frozen Cave, unless you're able to defeat her of course. Though if I wish to keep you in here, I must remain as well. I thought about all the things you said... and I wanted to share with you a bit of something I'm capable of doing."

"You're gonna turn Amara into an elfcicle."

Speaking of which, Amara whispers into your ear. "You need to do what you did last time. Make her melt."

"Why? Can't I just--"

Shivra comes in closer. You can feel the chill of ice all around you, though when her presence is closer, it's even more brisk. "What are you whispering about? Were you about to suggest teleportation? Because I should inform you that such a thing doesn't work in my Frozen Cave. You need to ask really nicely instead."

You think for a moment. Then, you turn and plant a huge kiss on Amara's lips. It catches her by surprise, but she's in no mood to turn that away. Her body is still begging for release. You squeeze your hands around her backside as the two of you begin making out right in front of the woman of ice.

"E-Excuse me. Do not just continue what you were doing," Shivra says.

You pull your lips slowly from Amara's and then turn your eyes back to the demon. "So you did know what we were doing, and you stopped us on purpose. Does that mean you wanted to join in?"

"That is not what I--"

"Because we can't touch, remember? You've made it pretty clear. I guess you'll just have to watch."

"You--! Ahem." She clears her throat and tries to regain her composure. "Fine. But you'll freeze."

"Oh we'll be plenty warm. Though if you could join, it would be much hotter."

Shivra swipes her hands back across her forehead and through her frosty hair, though as she does, you notice water running down the back of her thumb, and down her forehead. She shifts in place for a moment before crossing her arms beneath her perky bust to once again attempt to place herself into a position of power. Her physique is certainly alluring, like a wintery succubus--a being of sexual desire, and an embodiment of lusting for what you cannot have--though it isn't you who will be melting at her feet. Here in her Frozen Cave, it's now up to you to heat things up.