Frozen Delight

Written for Lamia of the Dark's Return of the Daily Weird Prompt Thing

Prompt - "I like popsicles."

Scabior came home one summer evening with a special treat for his wife. He'd been out nosing around one of the muggle grocery stores and found something in the frozen food section called popsicles.

While he was standing in the store looking at the variety of popsicles on the shelves, Scabior's perverted mind couldn't help but notice their phallic shape, and it gave him an idea.

"Pet, are you awake?" Scabior called out softly as he entered their bedroom. "I 'ave something for you."

Draconius was in bed when her husband walked into the room. She had just dozed off when the sound of Scabior's voice awakened her from her nap.

She rolled over in bed, opening her eyes and looking at him with curiosity as he walked towards the desk. "You have something for me?" she asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "What is it?"

Scabior grinned. He sat the box of grape flavored popsicles down on his desk, then removed one of them from the box and peeled off the plastic wrapper.

"You like these, don't you, pet?" he said, gazing thoughtfully at the purple popsicle. "I'm sure you do. I saw you eating one these about a month ago."

Draconius sat up in bed. "I like popsicles," she said. "They're not as good as ice cream cones, but I still like them."

He sat down on the foot of the bed, still holding one of the popsicles in his hand, and said, "'Ave you ever taken a close look at one of these, sweet'eart?"

Draconius snorted. She put her hand over her mouth and giggled. Her mind was just as dirty as his. And after a minute of looking at the purple treat in his hand, she saw what he was getting at.

"Wha does it look like?" Scabior inquired in a playful tone.

"Your penis," said Draconius. "Only yours isn't purple. It's a soft peach color with a fold of skin on the end."

"Right, pet," Scabior chuckled. For some reason he found her description of his manhood rather amusing. "Now I know you 'ave a food fetish. So wha do you think we could do with this?"

Draconius' eyes widened. "But won't it melt?"

"No, sweet'eart, it won't melt," he said. "I put a freezing charm on them so they'll stay cold longer. So why don't we 'ave a little fun with this? I seem to recall you pleasuring me with a chocolate doughnut. So I think this time it's my turn to pleasure you with a food item."

Draconius was beginning to feel somewhat hesitant about doing this with him. She wasn't sure how this was going to feel, and it made her unsure of whether or not this was a good idea.

"Trust me, pet. You're going to like this," said Scabior, reaching beneath her nightgown and hooking his fingers under the elastic band of her panties. In one swift movement he slid her underwear down around her ankles, then flung the garment to the corner of the room.

She laid down in bed, and Scabior eased the popsicle into her, hearing her gasp at the cold temperature that entered her warm heat.

He began to move in and out of her until she shuddered and moaned. The popsicle was starting to melt, filling her with sweet, cool fluid. He increased the speed of his movements as she moaned beneath him, calling out his name until she came in a puddle of purple and white that spilled out onto the bedsheets.

Scabior withdrew the popsicle and lapped at the sweet, musky fluid that dribbled out onto the sheets. He dipped the popsicle into her again, slathering it with her wetness before taking it out and sucking on it.

This was delightful. Though by now he could feel a pulsing ache in his loins, his manhood straining against the confines of his tight plaid pants.

"Scabior," Draconius murmured in a low, seductive tone as she sat up in bed.

He looked at her and saw her glance down at the bulge in his pants.

"You look like you could use some attention," she said.

Scabior swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "Yes, tha would be nice. I'd greatly appreciate it, love."

"I don't need a popsicle," said Draconius as she unbuttoned his pants. "Not when I have my very own Scabior flavored popsicle."

Her lips parted as she took him in her mouth. He gasped and groaned as she pulled him closer to the edge. His hand seized a fistful of her hair at the back of her head, holding on to anything he could as the surging waves of pleasure began to build within his nether regions.

His breathing hitched, and a scream tore from his lips as great pearly strands of fluid slithered down the back of her throat and coated the roof of her mouth. She swallowed all of it, her mouth continuing to work as she sucked the last drops out of him.

When she finally released him, he collapsed onto his back in bed. He was exhausted, but there was a smile on his face as he lay there trying to catch his breath. He decided that it would be a good idea to bring food into their bedroom more often, especially if it lead to nights like this.