Miyuki spread herself out on the furs that lay atop her frozen bed. Cold no longer bothered the newly born Yōkai, but she enjoyed the luxury and decadence of the decorations nonetheless. Her fingers formed intricate patterns, playfully conjuring shards of ice out of thin air as she explored the spells that came instinctually to her now. But she sat up on her knees and offered her full attention to Yuki-Onna after the older woman lowered herself onto the bedside. Miyuki's eyes were glittering, waiting with bated breath for what her mother had planned.
"My, what a dutifu daughta. Aready using sorcery." Miyuki shivered, the praise resonating deep in her soul, as she feltYuki-Onna gently cup her cheek.
"お母さん、どうして英語を話しているの(Why are you speaking English, mother)?" She nuzzled against her mother's palm, humming quietly as she asked her question.
"I rike practicing ranguages. Ret me speak wiv sirry American boys."
It was the first time Miyuki had laughed after the transformation. She immediately decided she liked hearing the clear and ringing sound that echoed against the walls. "No Americans ae here," she spoke with the same broken and heavily accented English as Yuki-Onna, not bothering to put in the effort to supress it, "Speaking of sirry Americans, ae Dustin, an' Kip doing werr?" Despite the apparent concern, Miyuki's mind seemed elsewhere as she had shuffled closer to her mother, slowly kissing her way along the blue-skinned woman's delicate collarbone and up her craning and slender neck. "Ord temple yōkai curse best to aeve happened. But feer so hungry."
Yuki-Onna let out a quiet moan of pleasure, running her fingers through Miyuki's silvery strands before pulling her head in against her bosom. "So hony." Miyuki only groaned in agreement. A frozen dildo appeared in Yuki-Onna's free hand, and she pressed the toy against her daughter's pale lips, barely needing any coaxing before they parted to swallow the head. It didn't melt inside Miyuki's mouth as she coated it in saliva with her lashing tongue. The girl's mind was on the oral Yuki had given her earlier, trying to mimic it as best as she could. "They'ae in good hands, my sruty and dirty daughta." More moans that were coming closer together. "Ret me make you warm." One of her hands phased through the fabric of Miyuki's furisode.
A finger pressed against the younger Yōkai's clit before the it slowly begun to slowly circle the twitching nub. Miyuki's hips quivered, and the shaking only increased in intensity as another finger slid between her folds. "Fers so much bettah than a cock." She exclaimed and let out the dildo with a wet pop. She could feel heat gathering, and she clung to the sensation, desperately needing more. Miyuki clasped one of her mother's arms and thrust her crotch against the fingers probing her melting insides.
Before Yuki-Onna had fully pulled away her kimono to expose her breasts, Miyuki latched onto one of the azure nipples. Milk spilled against her tongue, and she could taste the subtle hints of sweetness as she swallowed and continued to nurse from her mother. "Drink deepry." The Yōkai urged, breath hitching as she cradled her daughter's head. Miyuki found something deeply maternal about the act, it was only natural, but it mixed with the eroticism of the fingers pushing into her depths to became something more. Her thoughts faded as she greedily consumed the warm milk heating up her entire body.
The pressure mounted. As much as she tried to resist, she could feel her sex contracting, flooding with her liquid essence and the gathered heat. "いく! いく! いく!(Cumming!)" Miyuki struggled, body twisting in a curved arc as everything was released in a single and blissful moment which seemed to stretch forever.
But as her orgasm faded, only embers of the fire that had burned inside Miyuki remained. Yuki-Onna caught the forlorn expression her daughter wore, cooing softly as she spoke. "We pray more rataeh. Make bed mert from ouea steamy sex." The comment brought tiny quirk to the edges of Miyuki's lips and her eyes were lidded and sultry as she returned her mother's gaze.
"それは約束です(It's a promise)." Miyuki pressed herself against her mother's body, kissing her lips and exposed skin as slowly pushing her down against the covers. She crawled above her, before stopping her curling herself up against Yuki-Onna, head resting against the woman's still chest. She was tried after playing all day.