Their debauchery could only escalate. Corrin was a fully-fledged maid now, dressed as such, with the iconic black cloth and white frills, the choking collar, and the dress that concealed little when she bent over. The pose suited her well, Felicia thought to herself as Corrin tested the leather straps holding her hands and feet down on the kitchen counter on all fours.
Tonight, they would make tea from her cum. The cup sat ready underneath Corrin's arched legs. All Felica had to do is turn on the faucet.
"Mmm...good girl." Felicia praised her trainee. "Let it all out into that cup for me, Corrin. Serve me a big helping!" A teacup, placed underneath Corrin's sopping wet pussy, captured some of the spraying essence. But it was only a drop in the well so far. Felicia set the spoon aside and bent over to examine the cup. "At this rate, teatime might have to wait. Let's just scrap that and move on to another game." The room turned cold, chilly, drafty. A storm of magic formed in Felicia's hand as her Ice Tribe powers manifested over the teacup, lifting the liquid from the cup and shaping it into a familiar form. Corrin turned her head to watch.
An ice dildo, eight inches long, sparkling white, pointed straight at her. Felicia smiled in triumph. "Look at what I made, Lady Corrin!" She giggled and licked it slowly, her breath fogging from the cold, starting from the base and swirling the tip. "Nice and cold, just for my favorite maid in training. I mixed in your cum, too."
Corrin shuddered at the prospect of that cold thing entering any orifice of hers. She put a hand over her mouth in genuine trepidation. "Are you sure this is safe, Felicia?"
"Absolutely" Felicia assured her. She rested the icy dildo on Corrin's cheeks, still red from the beating earlier. "Doesn't that feel good?"
The lingering pain melted away as soon as it touched, but Corrin yelped reflexively anyways. "Ah! Gods, Felicia that's good!" She melted into moans when Felicia began to rub her ass all over with the soothing cold of the magical icicle.
"Now taste it." Felicia ordered, circling around to Corrin's face and presenting it to her. "Have a taste of your own frozen cum."
Corrin wanted to squirm in protest, but the bonds holding her to the table were too strong. It was so close, the frozen rod pointing right at her at an unnerving angle. Felicia's smile was so disarming, though, that it gradually put to rest her hesitation. She opened wide and stuck out her tongue, closed her eyes, and let it happen. Her tongue numbed a little as the icicle invaded her mouth, Felicia looking on with intense curiosity.
"Can you taste anything at all, Corrin?" Felicia asked her with some nervousness. "I-I was thinking we could make it taste like strawberries next time."
She was so busy suckling on it that she almost didn't notice Felicia's query. She let it escape with an audible pop. "Tastes good" she breathed. "It's like licking your cock clean."
"Oh, thank goodness" Felicia sighed. "Now, for the fun part."
Corrin felt the dildo dance along her parted ass, poking and prodding at her anus. Felicia postured herself squarely in front of it, appreciating Corrin's royal buns. She leaned in to kiss Corrin's puckering butthole, which sent shivers down Corrin's back. Then, she brought in the dildo to play, assaulting her pet with a wet duo of tongue and ice, a dizzying mixture of hot and cold. Corrin couldn't take it and clenched her cheeks to grip Felicia's face.
Slap! Felicia punished her charge with her free hand, and Corrin let out a cry of pain. "My trainee tastes so good, especially right here!"
Corrin could barely form words. "Are you going to-?"
"Stop worrying and trust me!" Felicia assured her, leaning back to position the dildo straight over her anus. "I'll contain the klutziness. Promise."
Her middle finger entered first. Felicia could feel Corrin's inner walls clench on her, and a sadistic gleam marked her brow. She hooked her finger, and Corrin's breathing hastened. With her other hand, she brought the dildo up to her own mouth. "Sometimes, I wish you had a cock like mine, Corrin" Felicia whispered with her tongue lazily dripping saliva. "I could play with it like a toy, like the rest of your noble body." She continued to suckle on her dildo as she forced another finger inside Corrin's ass. Then she replaced her fingers with the icicle without warning or restraint. It hurt like an honest sword blow, and Corrin grit her teeth to fight the pain.
Pit, pat, Corrin's love juices dripped onto the counter like rain. "Nrrg! Master!" she cried. The dildo chilled her anus, but the heat of her lust and pain could not be quenched by any cold. Still, she pulled on the rope tied to her wrists and ankles. But one stern push from Felicia knocked her down flat, her face hitting the counter while her ass rose even higher. Felicia couldn't contain herself. She crawled over the table and on top of Corrin's needy rear.
Then, a nova of pleasure engulfed Corrin as Felicia parted her pussy lips and entered. Everything became a blur. They mated like animals, their game forgotten and at this point, abandoned. Corrin could feel nothing but the rhythm of Felicia's cock filling her completely, pumping so fast the table rocked beneath them. Between the dildo, now numbing her anus with biting cold, and Felicia's dick stretching the limits of her comfort zone, their lewd act was as much labor as it was pleasure.
Felicia pulled Corrin in close, arched her back, screamed, and let loose a torrent of cum that splattered all over the place. It filled Corrin's womb to burst, and she could feel her walls strain against the dildo until the pressure was too great. The icicle slid out and dropped onto the counter, and Corrin's consciousness with it. She embraced the darkness, content to let Felicia clean up whatever mess they've made together.