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The Snow Bitch (Original Fantasy)
🕑 Added 2023-03-24 13:54:44 +0000 UTCPoll Winner
Themes: Defeated, Dom/Sub, Humiliation
Summary: Inspired by this image. They called her the Ice Queen. The Frost Empress. For as long as he'd been in this world, they made her out to be this huge Big Bad, the Evil to end all Evil... and all Good as well for that matter. And so he trained. He fought. He struggled. Only to reach the end and find out that his great foe... was just an overly introverted perverted bottom who had been fantasizing about him coming and kicking her ass like the masochistic slut she always was.
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When Adam had first arrived in this world, he had been a little off-balance to say the least. But then, dying in your world only to be summoned to another as its hero will put anyone off-balance, he felt it was safe to say. Indeed, he’d challenge anyone at all to try and handle things with more decorum than he had at first.
Still, he was also genre-savvy enough to be suspicious. More often than not, the people who summoned ‘heroes’ tended out to be corrupt and self-serving at best, and actively malicious and secretly evil at worst. So yes, he’d kept an eye on things, tried to figure out if the people he’d been summoned by were on the up-and-up.
As far as Adam had been able to tell, they were. Their world was truly in danger of suffering a civilization-level event… rather, it was already in the midst of it in fact. A bonafide Ice Age was ramping up, and by the time Adam had been summoned, the world hadn’t seen a proper sunny day in over a month, and snow was falling more and more frequently.
If nothing was done, then soon enough they would all be buried beneath the ice, their entire civilization frozen beneath glaciers upon glaciers. It was all very dire and world-ending and exactly the sort of thing you busted out the desperation tactics like summoning heroes for.
Adam hadn’t been sure what HE was supposed to do against a Force of Nature like an Ice Age, but as it turned out… it wasn’t quite so simple. The Ice Age was man-made… or rather, woman made.
They called her many names. Ice Queen. Frost Empress. Stone-Cold Evil Bitch. Okay, so maybe that last one was introduced by Adam himself, but the natives loved it so much that they’d taken to using it almost nonstop.
Regardless of what you called her, she was the cause of all of this world’s problems, no matter who you asked. Her powers over ice and snow were unparalleled, and her ability to spread an Ice Age across the lands was self-evident. In the end… she had to be stopped. HE had to stop her.
And so Adam had trained. He’d fought. He’d struggled. He’d leveled up, because of course this fantasy world he’d been isekaied into had a Class System, and when he’d hit Max Level, he’d gone ahead and began the journey to the Frost Empress’ Fortress, nestled high in the peaks of the world’s largest, most dangerous, tallest mountain range.
He’d prepared himself for the fight of his life. He’d even prepared himself to die for the cause, if it meant taking the threat with him. He… had not prepared himself for this.
“C’mon… where is it… where is it, damn it!”
Standing there in the Ice Queen’s Throne Room, Adam holds his sword at his side. He’d started with it at the ready, but ever since he’d fully processed what he was seeing, he hadn’t been able to keep his guard up. Maybe it was some sort of ploy, maybe it was some sort of trap… but Adam didn’t see how the Frost Empress being on her hands and knees facing away from him with her ass waving in the air could possibly be a trap.
Judging by her irritated muttering, she was looking for something. She’d dropped something or misplaced something, and she looked like she was trying to reach down a crevice in the icy texture of her Throne Room.
… Her ass was very pale, Adam had already noted. With her long furred cape tossed to one side and her quarter-skirt thrown to the other, he was able to see more than he’d ever expected of the Ice Queen’s buttocks, with only her black leotard covering up her crotch. It was tempting to just go over there and smack it… but Adam wasn’t that kind of guy. Sure, he’d think such things… but he wouldn’t INDULGE in them.
Instead, Adam stays right where he is, still wary of any would-be traps… and clears his throat. In doing so, he makes it clear he’s not going to fall for a ploy, if this is one… and also he lets her know of his presence, if this ISN’T a ploy.
In response, the Frost Empress freezes, ceasing all movement. When she finally speaks, her tone is a strange mixture of icy and panicked.
“I SAID I was not to be disturbed! Whoever intrudes upon my privacy better be gone by the time I turn around, o-or your life will be forfeit! You ALL know that today is the day the Hero is meant to show up, d-damn it! You’re all supposed to be making yourself SCARCE!”
Hm. He had thought it weird that he encountered none of the Frost Empress’ creations on his way to her throne room. More than that… wasn’t it a little odd, how she put such reverential emphasis on ‘hero’? Almost like… but no. He was just being silly.
Putting it out of his mind, he brings up his sword as the villainess finally gets up off her knees and turns to face him. The wrathful look on her face vanishes in a second when she realizes just who’s standing before her, and she goes still, staring at him in disbelief.
Adam takes that moment to get his first real look at the source of all of this world’s problems. His first impression? He’s not really all that impressed…
She looks… she looks a lot like a cosplayer from his world if he’s being honest. Like the attire she’s wearing just doesn’t quite… FIT her. There’s the furred hat doubling as a crown atop her head, there’s the black corset-leotard combo pressing up her admittedly massive bust and giving her even more cleavage… and then there’s her furred cloak and furred stockings and just… she looks so out of place in what she’s wearing that it’s not even funny.
None of the people he’s met in this world so far dress as oddly as her. None of them give off the impression that they’re trying nearly as hard as her. As Adam notes this, he also notes the black eyeshadow encircling her eyes, drawing attention to her turquoise gaze and making her look like she has two permanent black eyes. He also notices the choker she’s wearing… which seems to have a chain dangling off of it, disappearing down between her breasts.
“A-Aha… aha! So you’ve arrived at long last, h-hero! You have made it past the gauntlet, through all the challenges! And all to die here, at my hand!”
In an instant, she flicks out said hand and summons an ice sword to it that matches his real sword fairly closely in size. But Adam barely pays the sudden weapon any mind if he’s being honest. He’s too busy staring at her… too busy putting the pieces together.
“Once I’ve dealt with you, t-the last threat to my plan will be gone! I shall b-bury this world in ice and frost! S-So you better be ready to give it your all in s-stopping me and-!”
“No.”
His single word response cuts through the air like a blade and shuts the Frost Empress up right on the spot. She stares at him with wide eyes, the pale woman blinking rapidly.
“W-What? N-No? What do you m-mean, no?”
Shaking his head, Adam stalks forward, unafraid.
“You’re not going to kill me. You don’t have it in you.”
He knew how strange it was to say that when her actions had already killed plenty with the eternal winter shtick she had going on. And yet, he believed his words beyond a shadow of a doubt.
“Y-You… you-!”
“This isn’t about me. This is about you. We have a word for your type in my past world, you know. We call you bottoms.”
The Frost Empress gapes at that.
“W-What?”
He’s feeling more confident in his understanding of both her and the situation by the moment. Every stuttering stammer that leaves her lips convinces him that he’s right.
“You’re a bottom. You’re a submissive little slut who’s been acting out because you’ve been hoping someone will come along and put you in your place.”
Her eyes widen even further and her ability to speak takes another hit.
“I… I…”
Adam knows it’s a risk… but he reaches out with his free hand and takes the Frost Empress’ chin in between his fingers. She could easily slice his arm off like this, and there’s nothing he could do about it. But… she doesn’t.
“This is what you want, slut. To be dominated. To be humiliated. To be defeated and put in your place. But you’re not worthy of my blade. So you’ll have to do with my words.”
She doesn’t say anything to that, but the full body shudder and quaking of her pale, white thighs lets him know he’s right on the money… and that he has her right where he wants her. A glance down at her ice sword is all it takes for her to drop it to the floor, where it melts away in an instant. She’s in no way disarmed… but Adam isn’t scared. Not of her.
“Kneel.”
The Ice Queen drops to her knees without hesitation, staring up at him with wide eyes and panting, freezing breaths leaving her lips. For a second, he considers using her mouth first… but it looks quite cold, truth be told.
Instead, he slides his fingers from her chin down to the choker around her neck. His fingers grasp the black chain that disappears down between her breasts… and he begins to pull on it. A squeak leaves the Frost Empress’ lips, as he draws the chain out and up, revealing just how long it is. A proper length for a… leash, Adam would say. It seemed his interpretation of the Ice Queen wasn’t that far off. She really was a Bitch.
“Take off the crown. Take off the cape.”
Trembling hands reach up and do as she’s told. Once she’s set both aside, Adam nods… and then winds her leash around his fist. It was the last and clearest sign that he was right about her. That she really was a submissive bottom who wanted to be dominated. The bitch was LITERALLY wearing a collar and leash to her big showdown with him, the Hero sent to kill her.
Letting out a lustful growl, Adam swings the Ice Queen around, forcing her onto her hands and knees.
“Crawl.”
He makes her crawl all the way over to the throne where she likely would have been sat waiting for him, if it wasn’t for whatever had seen her reaching down into that crevice. But as it is… now he’s just going to use the throne as a prop. Forcing her to bend over the seat of it. Adam moves into position behind his defeated foe.
Not that he ever thought this was how he would defeat her… but then, today was just full of surprises. Reaching down, he frees his cock from its confines. The cold immediately assaults him, so he uses one of his class abilities. As the special class ‘Beacon of Hope’, he has a mixture of Light-based and Fire-based powers. Warming himself up is easy enough, though it causes the Ice Queen to gasp when he reaches down with suddenly hot fingers and yanks the crotch of her leotard to the side.
“W-Wait, I-!”
SMACK! His hand comes down on her pale buttocks, leaving a bright red handprint from both the impact and the heat coming off of him.
“No. No more waiting, bitch. This is what you wanted, so this is what you get. That said… we have a saying back in my old world. Be careful what you wish for.”
He thrusts into the Frost Empress a moment later. She squeals as he penetrates her, his grip on her leash causing her head to pull back and her spine to arch beautifully. Reaching around to her front, Adam grabs her corset and tears it away from her body, letting her utterly massive, pale breasts bounce free of their confines as she gasps.
He begins mauling them a moment later of course, even as his blazing hot cock meets her ice cold cunny… and the latter melts before the former. The Queen of Ice and Snow shrieks as his scalding dick turns her insides to slush. Not literally, mind you. More like… he makes her wetter than a fucking fire hydrant in just a few thrusts, leaving her crying out in ecstasy as her subby bottom fantasies are at long last satisfied.
As he fucks the Ice Queen right there bent over her own throne, Adam shakes his head with a sigh. To think, all of this because an incredibly powerful bitch had a defeat fetish. People had died because of her. Maybe not directly because of her, but her powers… she still had a lot to answer for. Killing her might have been easier… but Adam could admit it. She was his type.
She was almost exactly his type. To the point that it was a little suspicious. And yet, he wasn’t going to stop. Fucking her… was a good release for all the stress and anxiety and expectations that had been heaped upon him since he arrived in this world. Pounding into her cunt as it gushes and clenches around his cock, spanking her ass until it’s nice and red and raw from the impacts… listening to her cry out lewdly again and again as he fucks her… yeah, this was the good stuff.
The Frost Empress- no… he wanted a proper name for her. Grunting, he yanks harder on her leash, using his free hand to grab her by her short, messy black hair and pull her head back by that as well.
“Name.”
“Urk! W-What?”
“What’s your name, bitch?”
Looking up at him upside down with her head tilted back, her eyes are wide as she pants and moans and mewls from the way he’s fucking her.
“You can… you can c-call me bitch, if you like…”
Rolling his eyes at her inherent masochistic subby behavior, Adam shakes his head.
“I will call you bitch, and whatever else the fuck I want to call you. But when I ask a question, you’re expected to answer it, got it? So. What’s your damn name?”
Whimpering, she finally gives him an answer.
“Z-Zoey…”
For a long moment, Adam just stares. The Frost Empress, the Queen of Snow and Ice… was named Zoey. Right. Of course she was. Snorting derisively, Adam lets go of her hair and returns to mauling and molesting her body, alternating between groping her tits and spanking her ass.
In response, Zoey just cries out and moans joyously, finally able to properly let her true nature loose into the world as she creams herself on his thrusting cock time and time again.
… He’d make her stop the whole ‘world-ending apocalypse’ thing a little later. For now, he was going to focus on breaking her in properly. One thrust at a time.
Comments
DualEquinox
Or even better, they, as children of the long prior defeated Dark Lord lead other competing nations each attempting to re-establish his empire in their own way under themselves. Give each one a different variation of a Sub Kink. Zoey's is a defeat kink, give another a submissive exhibitionism kink, another a Pet Play Kink, etc.
Kejmur
I can imagine this continue in a way that there are other let's call it Elemental Sisters. Fire, Water, Lightning, etc. With Zoey being the oldest one, and offering them to her new master on a 'silver platter'.
Jack Reaver
Loved this, hope it gets continued
NameTaken2
Is that image not Tzarina Katarin of Kislev? From the Warhammer Fantasy universe? Regardless, hot smut as always!
