The memories rush back into your head, bringing with them a cold surge of strangely familiar power. Yes, that's right. You have a job to do. With a gentle reverence, you carefully close the tome and place it to the side, then turn back to the witch.
"How curious," the witch murmurs, staring at your nude body with an intrigued grin. "The tome seems to have transformed you into an entirely different being. An ice elemental, perhaps?"
In response to her question, you begin coolly striding towards the voluptuous woman. "Exactly right, Thief," you purr, an easy smile appearing. Your voice seems a few octaves higher than just a few moments, but that's how it always is, as your memory tells you.
The witch pauses hearing this. "Excuse me?" she responds, her face shifting to a slight frown. "What did you call me?"
"Thief," you repeat, your voice even and, fittingly, cool. "You stole the Tome of Everfrost from my Mistress, and that's a crime that doesn't come without a punishment." You stalk closer to the witch as you speak, a cold breeze beginning to gather around your lovely form.
The witch's frown deepens even further. "I did no such thing," she scoffs, placing her hands on her curvy hips and cocking said hips to one side. "I found that tome in an ancient ruin, one so old that even the stone had begun to crumble when I was there. I didn't 'steal' the tome, as there was no one around for it to belong to."
Your silvery eyes flash in excitement at this. Showing little remorse for her crime called for a steeper punishment, after all. "You should know better than to try and fool me with such a transparent lie," you purr, circling even closer to the witch with an almost predatory look adorning your pretty face. The room's temperature starts to drop, the cold breeze that follows you quickly evolving into an icy gust.
The witch stares at you as you stride towards her, her once haughty expression replaced with one of nervous apprehension. It seems she's finally understanding what position she's in. "Stay back!" she shouts, whipping out a small shaft of wood engraved with runes, the likes of which you assume to be a magical wand. "Stay back or I will strike you down where you stand!"
In response to the fearful witch's threat, you yawn and casually wave your hand at her. The icy wind gathering behind you rushes forwards, yanking the wand out of the witch's hand and tossing it away. Her power is nothing compared to yours. "You will not escape your punishment," you inform the witch, your smile shifting to one a bit more malevolent in nature. The room seems even colder than before, the temperature falling further and further with every second that passes.
The witch, shivering from either the cold or her own fear, glances at her wand, then back at you, then begins to back away, her panicked breath coming out in clouds of steam. "I-I said s-stay back!" she repeats, her eyes wide in fear. You smirk at this, then place a hand on your own curvy hip and beckon at the witch with the other. The icy gust returns once more, ripping the witch off her feet and hurling her towards you.
Struggling against your magic's might, the witch lands on her feet and tries to scramble away from you. Unfortunately for her, you're much quicker than she'll ever be. You whip your hand out and clamp it around her wrist, then pull her back towards you. "You're not going anywhere," you purr, licking your lips.
"Unhand me!" the witch shouts, writhing against your unyielding grip with as much might as she could muster. You smirk and draw her closer, pressing your nude, icy form against the witch's curvaceous body. "You're quite the pretty one, thief," you purr, idly drawing a finger up and down the witch's figure, a thin layer of frost beginning to grow on the sexy woman's body. As your finger passes over it, the thin cloth covering the witch's sexy body seems to harden, your icy touch more than enough to freeze the silky material into something a bit more fragile. "Mistress will be pleased to add you to her collection," you continue, grinning naughtily.
With a cold, cruel efficiency, you tear off the witch's clothing, a simple feat due to the fact that the frozen cloth is as brittle as an eggshell. Ignoring her incessant protests, you begin to play with the witch's body, stroking, nibbling, squeezing, and licking her sexy body to your heart's content. At first, the witch struggles against your advances, but before long, she can do nothing but moan as you play with her, the cold your frosty physique emanated draining her will to fight against you. "That's it," you whisper as you run your fingers up her inner thigh, relishing her shivers, "Give in to the cold." "N-n-no..." the witch murmurs, her voice weak, her breaths coming in shuddering puffs of steam. It seems she has neither the strength nor the will to resist you any longer. Perfect.
Gently, you wrap your fingers around her waist and lean her forward, effectively pushing the witch's curvy behind into the air. The witch tries to straighten herself, weakly murmuring in protest to your brazen manipulation of her lovely form, but a little more groping in her more tender areas regains her obedience. Reaching up, you guide one of the witch's limp hands towards her damp crotch, slipping both your and her fingers between the voluptuous woman's lower lips and exploring until she decides to join you. Your grin widening even further, you slip your fingers from out from the witch's pussy, giggling as the witch continues to pleasure herself.
From there, you move a bit further up, caressing the small of witch's back for a time, then placing your free hand on the witch's breast. Interestingly enough, the witch's nipples were rock hard. Pinching and pulling the witch's teat as you work, you then push the witch's spine forward, creating an alluring arch in the witch's back. Much to your delight, the witch begins to use her free to knead her other breast, moaning lewdly as she did so. She seems to be working herself up something fierce, her steamy breath fogging up the air in front of her as she begins to pant harder and harder. Perfect.
You circle around the masturbating witch until you're standing directly in front of her, then reach up to her chin, tilting it towards you. You grin, your cold blue eyes flashing with delight. "You'll make a beautiful decoration," you purr. Then you pull the witch in, locking her lips with yours in a passionate kiss. The once warm lips of the witch quickly turn blue, the cold of your icy skin chilling them enough to give anyone frostbite, but you don't stop there. Your deep kiss seems to suck the warmth out of the witch's body, your icy from drawing the heat from her curvy form until she simply stopped moving.
Only then do you break the kiss, stepping back with a sultry lick of your lips. Before you stood the witch, frozen solid in a moment of passion. Her lovely legs are locked in place, her thick thighs coated in a layer of frost, her fingers iced deep inside of her once dripping pussy. Her bodacious behind is thrust behind her, presenting her juicy ass like a prize, while the arch of her back serves to proffer her mountainous breasts up like trophies, the frozen witch's "free" hand was captured mid-knead of her left boob. The witch's eyes seem to be rolled up into her head, and her agape mouth is frozen in the position of a steamy kiss. You smile. You're right; the witch does make for a beautiful decoration.
You blow one last icy kiss at the erotic ice statue the witch had become, then stroll back to the Tome of Everfrost, inspecting its pages for wear or damage. Spotting nothing, you slide the book to the side and hop up onto the counter, plopping your icy form down and waiting. As you sit there, a frown forms on your icy visage. If the witch claimed to have found the Tome you're bound to in a dilapidated, ancient structure, do you really have a Mistress, or even a Master? You ponder this for a moment before shaking your head, pushing the thought out of your head. Your Mistress would arrive soon, you were sure of it. In the meantime, however, you would...