A Cold Day in Hell (An Erotic Paranormal Short Story) by Deni D'Amore Page B

slide the tip inside, then gasped and yanked herself up. It felt as
though her pussy was being flash-frozen as it touched the ice cock.
    "I can't do this!" she screamed.
"This is impossible! You fuckers! It isn't fair!"
    The demon's papery voice whispered into the endless
wind. "Then stay in Hell. Forever."
    She jerked herself off the dildo and grabbed up her
ruined clothes. She laid them near a boulder with scant protection from the
wind, curling into a fetal position to conserve her body’s warmth. She would
wake up, eventually. How bad could it be?
    * * * * *
    An eternity later, she had her answer. It was Hell.
    Her hair was frosted. Her body was frigid. The wind
never stopped, now filled with hard bits of snow and ice that left stinging
cuts on her skin. This couldn’t be a dream. Tears had dried to frost on her
face as she accepted that she was dead, really dead. No more sleek little
sports cars, no more Fendis, no more Coach, no more rich boyfriends, no more
cold champagne and hot fucking. She'd have to at least try, or go through
eternity insane.
    She approached the hated phallus again, straddling
it, shivering as the awful remembered coldness pressed against her mound. Again
the tip grew wetter, warmer, easier to maneuver. She gritted her teeth,
pressing it up inside. Her pussy moaned in protest.
    Maybe if I can get hot for this, it won't feel so
bad . Orgasms
released endorphins, didn’t they? Right now she could use a few painkillers.
    She ran her fingertips over her nipples. They'd been
hard since she'd gotten here, and she suspected that as long as she was in this
cave, they would stay that way, chips of pink marble on alabaster. She rubbed
them hard with her palms, seeing a slight rush of color leak into them. A few
light pinches, the way she did when she played with herself in her warm, safe
bed. There was zero response.
    She pinched hard, rewarded with a slight sting of
pleasure that made the coldness inside her fade by the barest fraction. She
kept pinching, watching as they flattened out under the force of her fingers,
knowing it should hurt like hell, but too cold to feel it.
    Her hands glided down the chilled length of her
body, down to find her clit in front of where the ice dildo was tormenting her.
She was surprised to find that it was hard, frozen like her nipples. She pulled
at it, half expecting it to snap off like a droplet of ice from a leaf. Instead
it warmed and expanded under her touch. Finally, some welcome heat.
    She glanced down again. The ice around the base of
the stalagmite had a glassy, mirrored quality she hadn't noticed before. It
gave her the perfect angle to see what was happening between her legs. She
watched her hands playing with herself, admiring the rosy pinkness, amazed to
see how far her fingers were pulling it, stretching her limits.
    The coldness of the ice against her mound chilled
the tight little hardness almost as soon as she let it go, but the swelling
remained. It might be cold, but like ice, it seemed to expand the colder it
got. It was swollen to the size of a large pink grape, making it easier for her
fingers to manipulate. Like her nipples, the cold made it able to take more
pressure. She squeezed hard, watching it bulge like a tiny water balloon.
    She became aware that getting off was making her hot
and wet inside. She squatted over the ice, pushing it into her heat an inch at
a time, pinching herself hard to keep the warmth coming. Looking into the
mirrored ice made where she was seem less important. It was sexy as hell, pun
intended, to watch that big ice cock sliding up inside her, watching it come
out gleaming, wet, and…smaller. It was starting to melt, the water easing down
the sides in trickles.
    She pumped up and down on the ice, her natural
instincts taking over, making it melt faster. Between her legs was cold, so
cold, but the punishment she was giving herself had its own dark excitement. She
looked down into the ice mirror, watching raptly, the cold