Ellie side stepped between kittens, nurses and zombies. She pulled her head back and clutched her drinks close to her chest as a rouge sword swung past her face, a little too close for comfort. The chill of the drinks felt nice against her cleavage, a sweet relief from the heat of the party.

The pirate merely smiled apologetically across to her.

She kept pushing through, until she reached her friend, dressed as a Tinkerbell, passing her drink over.

Ellie looked at the guy who took her place while off getting drinks, locking her eyes onto his eyes. She noted they matched the bright green of her friends outfit.

Ellie smiled at him, gripping her drink with both hands, giving a soft smile.

She glanced around his face, taking in his pale, smooth skin, devoid of stubble or wrinkle. His lips sat tight together, little dimples in his lower lips from thangs that barely escaped to visibility. His defined jaw was tensed, but his face otherwise devoid of emotion. The large collar of his coat surrounded his neck, only the front exposed against the thick, dark material that drowned out his skin tone further.

She looked back into his eyes. His green iris’ striking against the tiny pinhole of his pupil and floating within the pure white that surrounded them. His gaze seemed to sing a song that drowned out the rest of the room. The screams of joy, the beat of the overly loud music, the attempts of others to talk to each other, all silenced behind his eyes.

Ellie felt a hand jolt her shoulder, finally breaking the spell she fell under.

“This is Dameon” her friend shouted across to her, “stop starring.”

Ellie’s cheeks flushed lightly at being called out. She was convinced she had only looked into his eyes for a moment, but her friends drink was already empty. Ellie simply passed her friend her untouched drink.

She looked back at him, “I’m Ellie” she shouted across.

She regretted passing off her drink already. Something about him made her nervous, dry in the mouth as she spoke to him, like he was the first guy to ever catch her attention.

His face broke into a wide smile, revealing his thangs clearly. They were white, pure white, fitting pristinely into a row of matching, glimmering teeth.

“It’s a pleasure” he replied, his voice low, quiet, but carried clearly to her. He reached his hand out to her, for which she took, and shook.

His hand stole her the heat from hers as soon as they touched. The chill matched the dead look his skin projected, but still shocked her. Ellie was convinced he would be far too warm under the coat here.

Ellie shivered as a chill spread down her spine from her ears. It felt as if his words were as cold as his hand. But his smile was warm and inviting. His eyes gentle and captivating.

“I don’t think even an angel like you could save me”, he commented.

Ellie laughed, as she shook her wings at him.

His eyes flashed down and back up, indiscreetly taking in the view as her torso shook her cleavage at him.

Her cheeks flushed warm. As warm as she was moments ago, when she sought the refuge of the cold drink against her chest, her cheeks now seemed to be the only warm part of her left. She looked down at her hand, still in his.

She smiled further, politely, before taking her hand back, clenching it to free the chilled joints.

Dameon took his coat off, his arms as white as his face, but his muscles seemingly dancing for her as he twisted his jacket, delicately placing it around her shoulders, careful to fold her wings out through the collar.

“Sorry, I can be a bit too cool”, he chuckled lightly at his own lame joke.

Ellie took in the view of Dameon as he stood rubbing her arms through his coat, trying to spring a bit of warmth into her. His body was strong, reflected in every aspect of him, from his muscular neck slopping out towards his broad shoulders. His tight, black t-shirt defined his pecks and hung across his abs, which faintly showed through in the dimmed lights of the room.

Ellie just wanted to reach out and touch them, feel their definition beneath her hand.

The warmth of her cheeks began to fight back against the cold that had spread through her. She felt the heat build in her checks, flowing down through to her chest, making her slightly breathless. The warmth grew fainter as it traced down her spine, puddling in a pool of heat at the pit of her stomach, where the flow slowed to a gentler pace. It felt as though the heat dripped from the pool within her growing slowly within her thighs, now warm against each other, as the warmth oozed inwards.

She had never wanted someone so raw and so quickly, but she couldn’t deny that the feeling that was building in her. Her cheeks flushed brighter as her pulse increased. She felt her neck pulse heavily as the heat kept travelling through her.

She noticed his eyes shift from hers again, fixating on her neck.

She smiled, laughing lightly.

“You’re really leaning into your theme”, she shouted across to him.

Dameon didn’t take his eyes from her neck, as she felt the pulses grow more prominent under his gaze.

“I’ve got to admit I want to taste you”, he laughed lightly back, as his eyes flickered up to hers. She noticed a slight glimmer within them, pulling her further in. His gaze shot back down to her neck as quickly as they left it, he barely missed a pulse.

She wanted to get lost in his gaze further.

Ellie leaned in closer, placing her flushed cheek against his. She felt the contrast in body temperatures before their skin even touched, but the heat through her didn’t lose out so easily this time.

“Do you want to taste me?“, she whispered in his ear.

She felt a frozen air escape with his breath down her neck, falling to her shoulder. She knew his lips were so close to her skin, to the pulse flowing through her neck he so heavily leaned his gaze into. And it excited her.

Her heat was not losing to Dameon’s body this time, as the heat continued to grow between her legs, into a subtle dampness. She really wanted him.

“So very much” he simply replied.

She took his hand again, twirling to smile at her friend as she pulled Dameon in the direction of the stairs. Her friend smiled back, simply shaking her head minorly back at Ellie.

The spin pushed his coat off her shoulders, as she caught it in her other hand, passing it back to him. She appreciated the warmth of it, but she was running off her own heat now, and she wanted to show off her body in her outfit.

Ellie felt the chill of his hand, her arm going colder from holding his. But she could cope easily with it now as she led him up the stairs, making a point to sway her hips with each step up. Her corseted bodysuit, glimmering from the sequins that covered it, was sure to keep his eyes on her as he followed her closely behind.

Her heels defined her legs gracefully, the shaping of them fitting well against her barely-above-lingerie outfit choice. She felt confident in her body, she always did, but now, after getting lost in Dameon’s eyes, with the heat that had built in her, and the wetness that had began to soak through her thong into her corseted bodysuit, she was unstoppable.

She pushed open a door that was ajar, which beyond the furniture, was thankfully empty. The king size bed that sat against the wall adjacent the door was already crumpled and a mess, a sight she would normally back away from, but she couldn’t let this moment pass.

She shut the door behind them, sinking them into a deeper darkness. She heard Dameon drop his coat on the ground behind her.

A mix of light washed through the window. The Moon lit the lower half of the room in a dim whiteness, and the glow of the lights in the garden casting a warm glow atop the room, a thin band of darkness keeping them apart.

The light matched them Ellie thought to herself, reflecting Dameon’s paleness and her warm tone, convincing her further she was making the right call.

Her hand quickly regained the warmth of the rest of her body as she let go of Dameon’s hand, opting instead to place both hands on his strong shoulders. Ellie brought herself forward, until her elbows were against his torso, her lips barely from his.

She smiled at him, catching herself looking into his bright green eyes again, the singing returning swiftly. Her breathing slowed, but her heart beat viciously within her chest.

Dameon leaned forward, his lips cold against hers, as he grabbed at her hips, pulling them into his.

Ellie moaned lightly as much at his control as the shock of the chill that punctured through their clothes into her. Their lips locked tighter briefly, his thangs sharp against her skin.

She pulled back for a moment, looking at his mouth, as a slight red mark ran down from his lips.

She licked her lip, tasting her own blood as her eyes remained fixated on his.

Dameon simply smiled widely back at her, his thangs clear to her.

“They’re convincing” Ellie giggled, feeling the sting of her lip as she talked.

Dameon moved one of his hands from her hip, and dragged his finger gently up her body, tracing the zip on the back of her corseted bodysuit, his arm stretching around her wing. He kept tracing up, following her spine from where the zip ended, his chill painting his path up her skin. His painting continued up the back of her neck, around her hair line and ear, and back down her neck, his fingers slipping round to the back of her neck.

Ellie’s hair stood on edge, tracing perfectly the chilled picture he had painted on her body. His hand was cold against her neck, but the pulse still rapidly repeated in her neck carrying her heat back under his hand quickly.

She tilted her head into his hand as his thumb stroked along her jawline.

Dameon’s eyes fell to the other side of her neck, stretched invitingly before him. His other hand left her hip, moving quickly up to brush her blonde hair out of his view.

“Do you want to see how they feel in your neck” Dameon whispered, his voice still clear and enticing.

Ellie hesitated, as she licked the blood from her lip again, before smiling lightly, gently nodding at him.

Dameon leaned forward, his cold lips placing on her neck, as she closed her eyes. The heat within her hadn’t stopped building, but it exploded within her as she felt his lips on her neck. She moaned slightly again, as the heat waved through her, resonating from her pussy and out, in strong pulses.

Ellie gripped at Dameon’s shoulders as she felt his lips part, and his thangs pierce through her skin, string against her pulsing vein.

He sucked on her neck, as much on her skin as through to the bite. She gripped tighter on his shoulders, her nails digging into his muscles. She didn’t even notice the cold of him anymore, the pulsing heat that waved through her overtaking any other sensation that she could feel. She was solely focused on his lips on her neck, and his thangs in it.

Her breath became heavier, and faster, restricted only by her corseted body suit. The restraint of her outfit against her chest only continued to build the intensity for her further.

The waves of heat intensified through her, seemingly dragged up towards her neck from her pussy directly towards his mouth.

Dameon’s hand was back on her hip, as he pulled her in tightly to him, lifting his leg slightly between hers. Ellie moaned lightly again as she blindly began to grind slow on his leg. She was insatiable for Dameon.

Dameon’s moan was muffled back at her, as he lifted his leg higher into her pussy.

Ellie couldn’t take it any more, she needed to touch more of him.

Her hands loosened around his shoulders, the pain in her begging her to keep a grip on something. Her nails ran down his body over his top so quickly she couldn’t even take in any of the features she wished to feel just earlier.

Her hands quickly found his belt line, slipping each middle finger under his trousers and underwear. She ran her hands sideways, her thumbs finding where her hands rest against his belt, tracing back towards each other until they found the buckle.

She pushed her thumb heavily on his belt, feeling the leather bend at the buckle under her pressure, her other hands escaping from beneath his clothes to grip his belt. She pulled it towards her, the clasp loosening for her, as her index finger freed it from its hole, before bending it back out of the way. She changed her hands position and pulled his belt free, before quickly turning her attention to his buttons.

Her grinding on his leg drove her wild but she knew it wouldn’t be enough to tip her over the edge.

Dameon’s sucking slowed and the pressure beneath his mouth dropped off. Not a moment too soon Ellie thought to herself, as her hands undone his pants.

Dameon pulled away from her neck, quickly replacing his mouth with his hand. The cool of his hand instantly noticeable to Ellie, a sort of relief from the pressure she had been feeling.

She looked at Dameon, blood soaked his lips, dripping slightly from the corner of his mouth. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight, it turned her on that much further. It felt as though the heat within her begged her to take it further.

She leaned in, quickly tasting her own blood on his kiss. The waves of heat pulsing through her momentarily spiked again at the taste, at the realisation.

Ellie pulled Dameon’s boxers down, exposing some of his cock, noting instantly it must be the only warm part of his body.

“That must’ve been where my blood has gone” Ellie thought to herself.

She pulled down further, until she felt his hard dick escape from the confines of his boxers.

Ellie didn’t even hesitate to move her hand to it, teasingly running her fingers along the length, from base to tip. The warmth of his dick under her fingers only fuelled her own.

She gripped her hand lightly around his cock when she felt the bump of his tip beneath her fingers, stroking it back towards the base. She felt his fine, soft pubic hair brushing against her little finger lightly, before stroking back up towards herself.

She stroked him for a moment, as their lips continued to rub against each other’s, their tongues interlocking as she remained cautious to not catch her tongue on his thangs.

Ellie pulled back, looking into his eyes again, the spark burning stronger from the singing that more intently filled her.

She dropped at her knees slowly, keeping her eyes locked onto his, as her ass hovered just above her heels.

She didn’t drop his gaze, not even blinking as she kissed at his inguinal, his pubes faintly tickling at her lips. She kissed gently, the little pecks turning into wide mouth quick sucks as her lips wrapped lightly and partially around the base of his cock.

Ellie felt her hair clump under Dameon’s hand as his bloody hand mixed with her blonde hair. It couldn’t even begin to steal her attention now though, as she kissed up towards his tip.

She kissed the side of his exposed tip, as she stroked his cock again with her hand. Her tongue reached under and around, meeting her top lip, surrounding his tip. She moaned lightly as she tasted him, pulling the tip of his cock into her mouth with her tongue. Her eyes closed as her lips surrounded him.

Dameon’s hands gripped at her hair, as he thrust forward, eager to feel more of her mouth. After a few strokes her lips quickly met her hand as she took him deeper. She gagged lightly on him, her mouth filling with spit. She pulled her head back, his wet cock slipping out between her lips, her hand quickly becoming soaked.

She felt drips onto her chest, as the blood that transferred during their kiss mixed with the spit, soaking down between her breasts.

She stroked her hand down first, placing her wet palm again his body, giving her more space to slip her lips down his length. She felt his hand grip on her hair gently again as her lips got closer to the base of his shaft. She bobbed her head back up and down a few times, his tip breaking deeper into her throat each time. She gagged more heavily, her spit filling her mouth as she took him deep, letting it drip out on the retreat.

She pushed herself, wanting to take him all, until she felt his pubes against her nose. She reached her other hand around him, grabbing his ass cheek to pull him as deep down her throat as he could go. Her throat distended around him, as she choked on his cock for a moment, before releasing him and gasping for air with just his tip between her lips.

She took him deep again, this time feeling Dameon’s hand slip to the back of her head, pushing her lips tight against the base of his cock. She felt his warmth twitch slightly within her throat, as spit slipped around his cock in her throat into her mouth. She moaned lightly, the vibrations clearly felt to him as his hands clenched gently for a moment against her head.

She loved having his cock bulging her throat like this, as pulses of heat shot through her body again with each twitch of her chest from a diminishing amount of air. Her corseted body suit was working against her in this moment.

His hands loosened on her head before she gave in, slipping his cock out between hers lips fully, gasping where she crouched.

Dameon reached under her chin, strings of spit getting caught under his hand. He pulled her up to her feet, locking lips with her again. His chin still had straggles of wet blood on it, but it quick mingled with her spit, dripping down onto her chest. Her white corseted body suit lightly soaked red from the faint mix of blood that had been dripping down her.

They stepped towards the bed. Ellie pushed him down. Dameon’s face ended up just below her chest. He reached around her body, grabbing her partially exposed ass with both hands, squeezing it eagerly, his cock bouncing as he did so, reflecting his excitement.

Dameon leaned forward, kissing at her corseted bodysuit. He kissed down to her exposed hip, his lips barely cold against the heat that had built around her pussy. She knew she had soaked through to her bodysuit, sure the bodysuit would be nearly as wet as her chin at this point.

He kissed down, inhaling heavily, before moaning as he got closer to her pussy.

He grabbed tightly at her ass with one hand, stood up, his other hand tracing up from her ass to between her shoulders, before throwing Ellie onto the bed, Dameon landing between her legs, in a single smooth motion.

She knew her wings were crushed beneath her, but she was no angel in this moment.

He kissed back down her corseted bodysuit, leaving a trail of faint red marks between others already present.

He looked between her legs, and back up at her, a red smeared smile wide across his face, his thangs shinning in the white light.

He kissed one thigh, then kissed her other thigh, sucking lightly on her skin as his hand reach up under him. She felt his fingers press the wet material against her pussy. The mix of the sensations sent further pulses from deep in her pussy outwards, wanting to feel his tongue against her.

His fingers released the clasps, pulling the three apart in a single motion. He flipped the soaked material upwards, quickly replacing it with his tongue, pressing it against her soaked thong. His cold tongue felt enough to freeze the material to her, as a slight sting sparked from the chill.

Ellie collapsed backwards onto the bed, moaning heavily from the pressure of his tongue.

She felt his cold tongue slip down along the material again, before effortlessly slipping under the thong, his tongue parting her lips. The chill of his tongue pierced through the heat, shocking her as he licked her clit. He reach up either side of her, his hands cold on her hips, grabbing at her thong waistband and slipping them down. She lifted her legs over his head, as he slipped the thong up and of, before they both fell back into position either side of his head again.

Dameon didn’t hesitate with his new found access, wrapping his lips around her lips, his skin slick against her thighs from her wetness that had been dragged across her skin.

His tongue ran through her lips, thick and wide, slowly parting her lips towards her clit, before slipping back down, teasingly circling her wanting hole.

He moaned as he tasted her on his tongue, but not as loud as Ellie moaned at his motions.

Her hands ran down to his hair, intermingling with his short hair. Her nails dragged lightly up his scalp, pulling his head down into her wanting pussy as he reach her clit, and tracing her nails back down his hair as his tongue fell back down her.

She gasped and squeezed his head gently between her hands as his cold tongue slipped slightly into her pussy, slipping back out as quickly. He slipped his tongue in and out multiple times, each time surprising her with how deep in her pussy he could get.

Ellie felt the chill on her now, as her pussy began to numb from the cold. The heat that still roared and pulsed in her losing slightly to the persistent chill of his tongue, which seemed to take none of her heat into it.

Dameon pulled away, taking one of her hands from off her head, and placing her fingers on her pussy.

She simply smiled up at him as he moved up, refusing to move her hand. He looked down, seeing her static fingers. He leaned back and took his t-shirt off.

His pale body shone dimly in the glow of the garden lights, his pecks like chisled marbel, in colour and definition, his abs casting defining shadows across his torso. He smiled down at her, her fingers still not moving on herself.

Dameon leaned over her, his cheek cold against hers, as he whispered “you will touch yourself for me”.

He leaned back slightly again, locking his eyes onto hers again, the singing returned, her fingers seemingly mesmerised into moving to its rhythm.

She moaned lightly at her own fingers, as he kept his eyes piercing into hers.

She felt his weight shift above her, and a dull new warmth rest lightly against the back of her fingers.

Dameon pulled his hips back, his cock slipping from her fingers down between her chilled lips, spreading them around his tip. His hips rocked forward, Ellie moaning instantly, her free hand reaching around to his cold, bare back, her nails digging deep into his skin.

“Fuck” she simply moaned at him, as his cock slipped effortlessly between her lips, into her numbed, chilled pussy.

His warm cock felt perfect in her, as he slowly slipped in deeper in a single thrust, her wetness allowing him to glide in. The sensation of the temperature change sparking the pulsing heat waves through her again, stronger.

Her fingers rubbed mindlessly against her clit, eagerly building the heat in her alongside his thrusting cock.

He gripped the mishappen sheet below her, his eyes still firmly locked on hers. His hips rolled and rocked, his cock curving in and out of her pussy, his tip gliding along her inner angles like he was shaped to her.

Ellie threw her legs up around his lower back, her legs burningly warm against his skin.

Her pussy clenched around his cock as he seemingly slipped in deeper. Her legs clasped around him, pulling him in tighter. She wanted to feel all of him.

She bit her lip, squeezing a little blood from her cut, as their eyes continued to be locked on each others. She still heard the singing, but it became more distant, as the pulses of heat within her built stronger, his cock thrusting in and out of her, her lips gripping his cock hungrily, her fingers rubbing her clit in rhythm.

“Ellie”, Dameon simply whispered, “Ohh fuck Ellie”.

She knew he was close, she didn’t need his whispers or his moaning of her name to know. His cock was twitching and tensing in her, his curve becoming more defined within her, pushing heavily against her upper wall.

Her pussy began to twinge around him, mirroring each twitch within her.

“Ohh fuck Dameon… cum in me Dameon… please”. Ellie couldn’t help but beg for him to fill her, she wanted him to finish in her, to leave her dripping with him.

She felt his twitches and tensing intensify, slight spurts of chill extending upwards from his cock. She didn’t know if he would fill her with warm cum or cold, it seemed like cold if this was his pre-cum, but she wanted it either way.

Dameon’s pupils grew larger as his cock grew harder, his thrusts rhythmically deep in her, as his balls gently pressed against her ass, as he tried to get as deep as he could. Her legs still gripped him tighter at each thrust, as if she could force him in more.

Ellies eyes widened as she looked into Dameon’s, their breathing each getting heavier. Dameon’s grip on the bedding got stronger, his arm muscles more prominent in her peripheral vision.

“Ahh Ellie” he moaned to her as cold spurts spread deep into her heat, each thrust and twinge of his cock in her filling her further, the chill fighting her heat. His eyes didn’t move from hers.

Feeling him release into her tipped her. The pulses of heat within her sparked in every direction from her pussy outwards. Her legs tightened around him, her fingers becoming rigid as she tried to maintain rhythm as she rubbed her clit. Her eyes were still locked tightly on his, forcing herself to keep his gaze throughout, as she clenched around him, wishing his thrusting, twitching cock and spurts of his cold cum didn’t stop.

His eye twitched slightly as he kept thrusting in her, his sensitivity clearly winning. Her legs ached around him as they held him in tightly. She gripped him tighter to her, his hips meeting hers as he collapsed slightly.

Ellie grabbed his face with both hands, their eyes still locked, as his cock sat deep in her, the chill of his cum evident through her heat, and starting to flow out from around him.

They just stayed in this moment for a while, eyes locked, Dameon’s cock growing slowly softer in Ellie as his still cold cum flowed out of her pussy in slow streams and down her ass cheeks.