This was a request I received on tumblr and is actually my first time working with a serious smut fic so please bear with me dear readers!

He poised his eyes on the witch before him. He'd been with her for quite some time, she and her sisters usually bickering over him (of course pretending that the squabbles were about another topic when asked about it).

He had always rather fancied Icy over her sisters. There was just something about the woman that he couldn't get enough of. He couldn't put his finger on it…

From the way she carried herself—high strong and confident. To the way she walked about his evil lair—hip swaying slightly, arrogantly. To just her over-all appearance; soft pale skin, sky blue eyes painted over in thick dark…seductive makeup…

It almost made him wonder who was doing the chasing, she or him.

Icy perched herself on one of the large jagged rocks jutting up from the floor. Valtor wondered to himself if that was even comfy. But she looked content with her chin resting in her palm, one leg drawn up and the other swinging lazily off the boulder. She cast a glance at him, head tilted slightly.

"You need something?" She lifted a brow.

Hell yes. The thought came instantly. I need you. "I might."

"And what would that something be?" Icy muttered, now curling one of her long bangs around her finger.

Valtor didn't speak another word. He simply walked up to the woman and firmly pressed their lips together. He gave a pause, the witch didn't protest, to say the least. To say the most, she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into another kiss. A much deeper kiss. Her tongue sliding over his. A gentle, dirty little game.

He pulled back for a breath, only to be taken in again. The woman was relentless.

Passionately so.

Their bodies seemed to intertwine, she'd pulled him as close as she possibly could. One hand found the back of his neck, the other his lower back. Her long nails digging right into skin as he deepened the kiss even further.

This time she was the one to let out a ragged breath.

At this point, still upholding the kiss one of them had pushed the other against the stone wall. Within the lustful bliss Valtor couldn't quite remember who had pushed who. It was after all, such an insignificant detail in comparison to his hand working its way up her thigh.

Icy didn't flinch.

Didn't back away.

Didn't want to.

To say she'd been wanting this for a long time was a sorry understatement.

His other hand worked with unhooking her bra. A motion returned by her tugging his jacket away. In unison both articles of clothing ruffled to the floor. Not long after followed his under shirt and her top. The dark sorcerer pressed his lips to the bare crook of her neck, chancing a soft bite. This elicited a slight moan from the other woman. He then began trailing kisses down her spine until she decided it was her turn to make the moves.

She pulled the man towards the floor and ran a finger over his abs.

Her touch was cold.

She was cold.

He never longed for such frigidness in his life. Not until she showed him just how enticing an icy caress could be.

It was by all means Icy, who taught him that maybe 'firey' wasn't the best term to describe passion.

I tried my best!